What Will Be

After the shocking morning, she will arrive at the office. Despite her worries, she wouldn’t be late. She will try to dissimulate, but the only thing she wants was to be in her office alone. Ophelia shall give everything she owes to Christian and he will coldly take everything; all paperwork will disappear from her desk, the records of the sales will be handed over to Constantino, who will be very frustrated about something. She shall be busy in her desk, so she will never smile or greet back when they speak to her.

She will sit in her chair and stare at a photo. “Lindsay never seemed so happy…”  Just one mishap… And the world fell over. That made her change… and she decreed that her future would be made by her, nobody will interfere… 

The woman’s face still fresh in her mind; it will hurt to remember it… And her voice still was clear as ice “Never look, but don’t disturb the brook.” Was she supposed to not interfere with the young girl? What she meant with brook? That fear of not knowing will eat her from the inside… It will be about to happen.

Her boss will die. Every executive, herself included, will be forced to decide the fate of the company. The news will soon arrive… And all she will do is wallow in grief.  Everyone will head for the conference room; doubt regarding their CEO will cloud their minds.

 While heading for the conference room, she shall see a mysterious figure in the window. It will be covered in rags and look poor. The familiarity will strike again. And soon, she shall see… Nightmares are just fakes! They will never come to reality? Do they? They aren’t supposed to be like this…

 She will feel impotent… She knows Edward wasn’t a leader. She will begin thinking of every outcome: Poverty, loneliness, dependence… Loneliness… The huge shadow casted against her will snap her out of such negativity.

A veil will cover her face… Red opera gloves… A crystalline octahedron will hang from her neck, each face showing something different… It was very thin; it looked like a Sword…

 The woman will silently caress Ophelia’s hair... And she will remove her veil. For a moment, she will look like that mother… For other, she will resemble the poor crone… And her face will always resemble Ophelia…  Either she or someone else; but a police officer will arrive, an order in hand which to take Lindsay away… based on emotional neglect and lack of response after an assault.

 “You shall see what the waters took, after I told you to not look."