Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

They were all reality, but different layers where emotions transcended one layer onto the other. Guilt, doubt, and love toyed with her heart like a Frisbee. The similarities between Elias and Francis overwhelmed Heidi's mental capabilities. The way they moved, talked, smiled, and looked at her was the same. The way they both made her feel was the same. Sitting with Elias and practicing a scene reminded Heidi of all the time she spent with her late husband playing one scene after the other. Albeit for different reasons, Elias seemed equally interested in watching Heidi act and recite lines. It made her feel appreciated, admired, and in a sense, spoiled. She had felt loved and accepted when she was practicing with Francis, and now she was experiencing the same feeling with Elias. And just like that, all the layers of reality she was living in slowly started to mirror each other as she found herself begging her husband for forgiveness. Heidi found the situation unbearably confusing it was as if she wasn't even acting anymore. But Francis.. she muttered, her British accent defecting to Germany as soon as the vanguards clashed, I can offer you my love. Her face moved closer to him again, and then she reached down for his hand. If only I can show him the love I bear for him.. then gently guided his hand towards her left breast. My heart beats nothing but pure love for you, Francis. As a tear fell down her cheeks, she spoke, her eyes locking into his as she felt his clutch on her heart. My god, I'm crying again. He shouldn't see me like this. I've turned week . She wanted to prove her love to him. She was prepared to demonstrate how much she cherished him with actions rather than words. Yet it was my own actions that killed him! Suddenly it was too much for her to handle, and the widow broke into sobs and sank to her knees. She moved her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his crotch as she cried. Please, Francis.. she rubbed her nose against his zipper, not fully aware of what how sexual the context was even though she could feel the man's warm scent and growing erection under the tip of her nose. Then she threw her head backwards, arching her neck away from him and giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. Her tears had trailed past her cheeks and moved through the valley of her bosom. Francis, that night.. of the fire.. I swear I didn't mean to she started wailing, I forgot all about the candle I had left on the table. I didn't think it would burn the whole kitchen down. I.. I wasn't thinking straight. I'm so stupid she went back to crying on his crotch, using the fabric as a napkin. She was moving her lips against the man's erection as she repented her sins I swear not a night goes by without my mistake haunting me in my dreams. There is always a flickering candle, always you, and I always lose you. The fabric was now very wet with tears, she could almost feel his flesh under her breath, his pheromones filling her lungs. But now you're alive, Francis. I want to make it up for you. Her eyes moved to meet his, sly and devious, but equally apologetic and full of doubt. I want to show you how much I love you How much I've missed you How truly sorry I am. I want you do take me, Francis, take me however way you want. I want you, Francis, I want you in me!. Then she kissed his crotch. Make love to me. Make remember how much you love me One more chance.. One more! I beseech you, your majesty