The Sentinel
Drowsy. Sleepy. Down-right exhausted. Siobhan had always been a very tired girl.
Siobhan never managed to get a good night's sleep while growing up because she was always worried about her safety. And although she had her mother and father, she felt as though she had no one to protect her. She was right. Siobhan's parents were childish people and cared only about what would benefit them and never their daughter.
When Siobhan reached her late twenties, she found herself going through the motions of day-to-day life. She worked a job in which there was no advancement, her debt was mounting, and she struggled with every situation she was given because she was so exhausted. Siobhan's friends did what they could to help her, but nothing short of admitting her to a hospital against her will had worked. Until, Siobhan met The Sentinel.
The Sentinel was a tall man with jet-black hair, blue eyes, and strong arms. Features that Siobhan had always found attractive on a man. Although he was not shy, The Sentinel was a very quiet man. He never spoke any more or any less than he thought he should. Siobhan and The Sentinel spent many days and evenings together. They had become very good friends and Siobhan had felt a growing sensation of safety when she was with him.
One night, The Sentinel, seeing Siobhan's exhaustion growing, asked her why she was so tired. She told him the story of her youth and he understood. The Sentinel then stooped down to one knee, took Siobhan's hand in his and said, "Siobhan, I have seen the sun and moon rise in your eyes. The passing of every cloud and every breeze. I have felt the warmth of your breath on my cheek as you have laid your head wearily on my shoulder countless times. I know you are tired. Siobhan, will you let me protect you while you sleep?".
Siobhan, in utter amazement, burst into tears of joy. Without a second thought, Siobhan accepted The Sentinel's proposal.
For the next fifty years, The Sentinel watched over Siobhan every night while she slept; Siobhan had never slept so well. The years advanced and so did the lives of Siobhan and The Sentinel. Jet-black hair turned to blazing silver. Strong arms atrophied. The Sentinel grew weaker and weaker until his tiredness eventually closed the striking blue eyes that watched over the once tired girl; and Siobhan found herself alone again and very awake.
The End
cR '06
Siobhan never managed to get a good night's sleep while growing up because she was always worried about her safety. And although she had her mother and father, she felt as though she had no one to protect her. She was right. Siobhan's parents were childish people and cared only about what would benefit them and never their daughter.
When Siobhan reached her late twenties, she found herself going through the motions of day-to-day life. She worked a job in which there was no advancement, her debt was mounting, and she struggled with every situation she was given because she was so exhausted. Siobhan's friends did what they could to help her, but nothing short of admitting her to a hospital against her will had worked. Until, Siobhan met The Sentinel.
The Sentinel was a tall man with jet-black hair, blue eyes, and strong arms. Features that Siobhan had always found attractive on a man. Although he was not shy, The Sentinel was a very quiet man. He never spoke any more or any less than he thought he should. Siobhan and The Sentinel spent many days and evenings together. They had become very good friends and Siobhan had felt a growing sensation of safety when she was with him.
One night, The Sentinel, seeing Siobhan's exhaustion growing, asked her why she was so tired. She told him the story of her youth and he understood. The Sentinel then stooped down to one knee, took Siobhan's hand in his and said, "Siobhan, I have seen the sun and moon rise in your eyes. The passing of every cloud and every breeze. I have felt the warmth of your breath on my cheek as you have laid your head wearily on my shoulder countless times. I know you are tired. Siobhan, will you let me protect you while you sleep?".
Siobhan, in utter amazement, burst into tears of joy. Without a second thought, Siobhan accepted The Sentinel's proposal.
For the next fifty years, The Sentinel watched over Siobhan every night while she slept; Siobhan had never slept so well. The years advanced and so did the lives of Siobhan and The Sentinel. Jet-black hair turned to blazing silver. Strong arms atrophied. The Sentinel grew weaker and weaker until his tiredness eventually closed the striking blue eyes that watched over the once tired girl; and Siobhan found herself alone again and very awake.
The End
cR '06
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