She used to say,
“Listen to me, William.
Your father and I
are not going to stay together anymore. But
we did love each other. Once, when I
so young, met him. I remember that. A
hunting party, like the ones you will
go to. I remember him. Standing there”.
Her eyes would sparkly,
as the tears began to form. She would
blink them away, for she knew
how I hated to see her cry. She would
go out more. I would try not to see the tablods
screaming how father never loved mother.
And now, she is gone. Her flame, extinguished.
The people's princess, vanished.
No better words fit this feeling except:
My God. What's happened?