The Orphanage Chapter 23- a story told in drabbles

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

link to chapter 22: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/47564.html
_____________________________________________________

It was in the fall nearing Illya’s birthday when Natasha came crying, seeking him in their usual hideaway behind the great hedge.

“Illya I am being sent away! I am of age and must leave now.”

“Shush.” He put his finger to her mouth.”Let us enjoy what little time we have left together.” He kissed her gently, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Natasha began to whimper again, burying her head in his shoulder. She knew this day would come, but ignored it, hoping naively that it would just never happen.

Illya’s fatalism would not allow him to do that.

Comments

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

"Illya’s fatalism would not allow him to do that."
So sadly lucid... and so Illya...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks, a lot of his personality is developing here. Still a few more chapters to go!
And thank you for the great comment!

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

The pictures show the sorrow that she is feeling. Like it.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks, it took me a long time to find just the right one. Needed one that had a physical resemblance to the previous picture that I posted of Natasha.