04-01-2009, 11:57 AM
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At her sister's statement of denial her eyes clamped shut, squeezing the already flowing tears quicker. She didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to recount what had happened. It was terrible and it felt like a knife twisting in her heart every time she had to say those words out loud. Yet she knew that Ghita deserved to know the whole truth of the matter. Keeping it from her wouldn't make things any better. Savina stifled a sob as she did her best to look back at her sibling through watery eyes. "Eravamo fuori facendo una passeggiata nei legni..." she began, her voice shaky. "Non so come abbiamo mancato l'odore, ma c'era un orso. Dal tempo l'abbiamo realizzato era troppo tardi ed era su noi. È andato dopo che me primo, ma la madre l'ha morduto per lo fare gira la sua attenzione a lei." It was all replaying through her head now. Each terrible moment. "L'ha inseguita lungo il margine di un canyon, una destra al margine. Ma le rocce non erano tarchiate e con entrambi i pesi che era troppo..."
It was all she could say. She couldn't finish the rest of what had happened. How the cracking of the ground had sounded like a gunshot through the air. How she had looked directly into her mother's eyes as she had disappeared over the side. Suddenly her legs felt weak and she had to sit down for fear of falling. Her head hung down as her tears dripped onto the new spring earth. Would Ghita blame her? Would she wish that it had been her sister who had died instead of her mother? Savina wouldn't blame her if she did. There were times even she wished that.
At her sister's statement of denial her eyes clamped shut, squeezing the already flowing tears quicker. She didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to recount what had happened. It was terrible and it felt like a knife twisting in her heart every time she had to say those words out loud. Yet she knew that Ghita deserved to know the whole truth of the matter. Keeping it from her wouldn't make things any better. Savina stifled a sob as she did her best to look back at her sibling through watery eyes. "Eravamo fuori facendo una passeggiata nei legni..." she began, her voice shaky. "Non so come abbiamo mancato l'odore, ma c'era un orso. Dal tempo l'abbiamo realizzato era troppo tardi ed era su noi. È andato dopo che me primo, ma la madre l'ha morduto per lo fare gira la sua attenzione a lei." It was all replaying through her head now. Each terrible moment. "L'ha inseguita lungo il margine di un canyon, una destra al margine. Ma le rocce non erano tarchiate e con entrambi i pesi che era troppo..."
It was all she could say. She couldn't finish the rest of what had happened. How the cracking of the ground had sounded like a gunshot through the air. How she had looked directly into her mother's eyes as she had disappeared over the side. Suddenly her legs felt weak and she had to sit down for fear of falling. Her head hung down as her tears dripped onto the new spring earth. Would Ghita blame her? Would she wish that it had been her sister who had died instead of her mother? Savina wouldn't blame her if she did. There were times even she wished that.