Sorting Out The Smiths Ch. 03byandy_charles©
These problems have muted her somewhat; instead of the passionate creature I know she can be, she has become a bird in a cage, still beautiful to look at and to hear singing, but with a heavy heart as she has never been freed."
Lianne put the file down and stared blankly at the chest of drawers she was currently facing. It felt like she stayed there for an eternity before she woke herself from her thoughts and hurriedly put the folder back together as well as she could, trying to remember which order the papers had been when she'd pulled them out. She was yearning to read more of her own evaluation, but at the same time it scared her, setting the hairs on the back of her neck on end.
Quietly as she could, she made her way out of the guest room and into her own, large bedroom. She locked the door behind her – Lewis was condemned to the sofa until he got the message. Still, however, despite all the anger and hurt she felt, right now she felt like she needed him more than ever.
Stumbling into bed without bothering to take off any clothes or her house shoes, She wrapped the large duvet around her; though it was a very warm evening, she felt cold as ice. She sat there in the growing darkness, listening to the sounds of the house below her; and all through this, over and over again, the words she had read came back to haunt her, that never had she made such a mistake of judgement as she had done now.