Walking out from Albie's, just trying to find a moment if clarity, a moment to herself. A moment where she could just let out all this building up pain, it was unfortunate, that Jess was outside having a cigarette and delayed Serena's need for emotional release.
"Hey" Jess smiled
"Hi" Serena sighed, clutching her glass of wine.
"You okay?"
"Yeah" Serena lied; she then remarked, "Lola is some character"
"Yep, look, are you sure you are okay?"
"I'm fine, I just needed some air, the Wine... it’s going to my head a little"
"Still not enough to put the glass down" Jess smiled
Just then, Adrienne, who had followed Serena out, appeared from around the corner, Jess could sense that maybe this was time for her to head back inside; Adrienne's concerned expression told her so.
"I'm going to head back in; Jacob will eat all that cake if I'm not keeping a close eye on him"
Serena nodded as Jess went back inside; Adrienne came to her daughter’s side, "Sweetheart, what's the matter?
"He's leaving me... Mum..." The tears instantly started to fall from Serena's eyes, and if anyone could manage to see and break through Serena's vulnerability, it was her mother Adrienne.
"'Rena, darling you knew that"
"Did I?
"Yes, you did, you just didn't want to accept it"
"There is really no justice in this world, none at all, Ric is a kind, decent man, he doesn't deserve this.... I don't deserve this" Serena paced, trying to stop herself from crying.
"Life is unfair"
"I spent thirteen years married to a man, that never really loved me, an eloped marriage, cheap and nasty, swept away in a whirlwind romance. I thought that was love, I thought Edward; I thought he was my true love. Yet, Ric, he has taught me so much, about life, about love. I k...
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... she felt exhausted from keeping up appearances. She has cried, when she first heard of Ric's prognosis, but in the long run, she found herself hit with shock, never truly acknowledged what was happening. Not until today, this felt like the millionth time she had found herself in tears.
She could feel this pain ricochet throughout her body; it felt like ten thousand knifes stabbing her bird repeatedly. Struggling Adrienne, crouched down to her daughter's side, they never always had the best if relationships, but she knew in this moment, and her daughter needed a mother. Pulling Serena in, Adrienne held on to her daughter tightly, she could not fix the pain, but at least she could sit through it with her. Adrienne knew exactly what Serena was feeling, her second husband, Serena's stepfather, died shortly after a diagnosis of lung cancer nearly thirty years ago now.
“Now is the time to cry to your heart’s content,” The doctor said in a soporific voice. “Tears are the best medicine.” Maria unburdened herself without shame, as she had never been able to do with her casual lovers in the empty times that followed lovemaking… This was, for the first time in her life, the miracle of being understood by a man who listened to her with all his heart and did not expect to go to bed with her as a reward. (76)
...ys “No foolin” and “Shhhh”. Also being separated from her older sister Isabel, the only family she has left.
...ed to confront the deep pain that she has carried in her heart; she must give an account of her life as she comes closer to the shadow of death.
After the incident of her being hospitalized after fainting and falling in the shower, she came to a realization of the addiction for alcohol has reached to a high level of idiocy and suicidal which she was shameful and disappointed in herself. Also, she was remorseful of the physical abuse towards her daughter Jess.
...issing out on began to finally liver her life the way that she should have been living it this whole time.
She turned the other direction so as to not watch him leave--it was too hard. Then she heard him call, "Danielle!" She turned back around. "I'm sorry." He said.
...d not keep up with all of the emotions she was going through in a short span of time.
It finally caught up to her. Tears started to roll down her face, and they fell and fell, not seeming to end.
At that moment, Lauren walked into the room and smiled softly. “Time to go.” “Is everyone all packed up?”
Everything that she had worked so hard for had lead up to that moment. She didn’t quite know how to convey the emotions that were dancing around in her conscious being at that exact point in time. Perhaps the same feeling that an Olympic runner would have right before the gun fired to signify the start of the most important 50 meter dash in their life. Well, no matter how hard she tried, there wasn’t a specific situation that could accurately mirror what she was feeling. This was now, and this was her. This was the final performance, and the final chance.
she was trying to piece together her memories but it was hard. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with half of the pieces missing impossible. She would get angry at herself and with that she gave up.
has left her weak, desperate, broken. The hope for recovery, long gone. The pain, over time,
“You’re not going to take care of her any more.” As I was saying this I looked Daisy in the eyes.
“Could you go get your mom?” I cried, “I can’t handle this anymore, we need to go to the hospital.”
...o loss of self control because she could not control her feelings and is her life has become very inconclusive.