A few years. Helena didn't know if she was strong enough to endure that long. She knew if Dorian left her, she wouldn't have the strength to carry on. Even knowing what he was, and having questions as to whether he actually cared for her or if it had all been a lie as well, he was all she had now. She didn't know if she could put her life back together yet again. Last time her life had fallen apart, she'd had Christina that she needed to provide for, so she'd pulled herself together and managed to survive. This time around, what did she have? Christina was gone. She had no family. She obviously couldn't be with her friends ever again. Dorian was it, and if he left, what reason did she have to pull her life back together?
She nodded a bit, acknowledging his words. She wasn't entirely certain if he would be fine, but they'd pulled up to the cemetery, and she drew in a deep breath. "You may come if you wish to say goodbye to Christina," she said. She knew Christina had liked him, and she wouldn't deny him the goodbye if he wanted it.
Helena opened the door of the carriage and got out. She had been there hours earlier burying her daughter. It was far colder and harsher now, but she at least could let Christina know that her killer had been brought to justice. She made her way to where Christina's grave was. It was obvious it was still a freshly filled-in grave. She knelt down beside the headstone. She reached out and ran a hand over the carved letters on the stone that bore her daughter's name: Christina Alice Wells. Below her name were the dates of her birth and death: May 16, 1838 - July 14, 1846. Below that was the simple inscription of "Beloved Daughter."
"Christina, mummy's here. I want you to know that the one responsible for your death will never hurt anyone else again. I wish I could say I would come visit you often, but I must leave this place, never to return. It is just as well, this will be home again without you here. You know I am not one to pray or even one to believe in God, but I hope that wherever you are, you are at peace. I love you more than anything, and I will always keep you close to my heart. You were the greatest gift I could have ever asked for." She sniffed lightly, her resolve against holding her emotions at bay starting to crack, and she felt tears stinging the backs of her eyes. "Don't worry about me, Alexander will be helping me. Or I should say Dorian, as is his true name. Perhaps one day you and I will be reunited, love. Until then, I will keep you in my heart and my memories." Helena leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the gravestone. She knelt there for several more moments in silent reflection. Her emotions were starting to threaten to spill over, but she was still trying to fight them, to keep them inside. She wouldn't break. Couldn't break. Not until they were safe.
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She nodded a bit, acknowledging his words. She wasn't entirely certain if he would be fine, but they'd pulled up to the cemetery, and she drew in a deep breath. "You may come if you wish to say goodbye to Christina," she said. She knew Christina had liked him, and she wouldn't deny him the goodbye if he wanted it.
Helena opened the door of the carriage and got out. She had been there hours earlier burying her daughter. It was far colder and harsher now, but she at least could let Christina know that her killer had been brought to justice. She made her way to where Christina's grave was. It was obvious it was still a freshly filled-in grave. She knelt down beside the headstone. She reached out and ran a hand over the carved letters on the stone that bore her daughter's name: Christina Alice Wells. Below her name were the dates of her birth and death: May 16, 1838 - July 14, 1846. Below that was the simple inscription of "Beloved Daughter."
"Christina, mummy's here. I want you to know that the one responsible for your death will never hurt anyone else again. I wish I could say I would come visit you often, but I must leave this place, never to return. It is just as well, this will be home again without you here. You know I am not one to pray or even one to believe in God, but I hope that wherever you are, you are at peace. I love you more than anything, and I will always keep you close to my heart. You were the greatest gift I could have ever asked for." She sniffed lightly, her resolve against holding her emotions at bay starting to crack, and she felt tears stinging the backs of her eyes. "Don't worry about me, Alexander will be helping me. Or I should say Dorian, as is his true name. Perhaps one day you and I will be reunited, love. Until then, I will keep you in my heart and my memories." Helena leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the gravestone. She knelt there for several more moments in silent reflection. Her emotions were starting to threaten to spill over, but she was still trying to fight them, to keep them inside. She wouldn't break. Couldn't break. Not until they were safe.