cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, |
His words, wordsmith though he didn't consider himself to be, had a profound effect on Ridley, who paused, soaking in his message. The sentiment was kind, but she had already committed to this decision, to the reality that this was the right thing to do. While there had been hesitation, her resolve, upon leaving the Tower, had been strong. Unshakable.
Now, considering his statement, she drew her glance to her friend, relief fluttering like wings in her ribcage. Letting go had been the correct decision. There was more to life than holding onto that which needed to be freed, in order to promote new experiences, new memories-- in order to keep living a life without regrets. In this, she could honor her mother's memory without clinging to a ghost. Lysa Irving had only wanted her child to be happy; all she could do was live up to her mother's desires.
Her smile was soft as she took Peony's offered hand.
To new beginnings.