I didn't feel the ground when it came into contact with my body. I couldn't feel anything. My whole world went black in a matter of seconds. All I saw was this beautiful woman sitting next to me in the grass smiling a sad smile.
She said "It's not quite your time, Rosemary. I know it hurts but I'll always be here for you. Even when you don't feel my presence." The next time I woke up, it was in my bed. My father by my bedside, he was asleep and looked to have been crying for hours.
The room was dark and all the windows were boarded up. My slight stirr woke him up in an instant and he looked at me with such hurt and insane eyes and he whispered "Why did you do it Rosemary? Why were you on your window ledge?.. Was that really an accident."
The last sentence wasn't a question and more like a statement somehow. I couldn't even look at him because of the shame I felt.
Shame for trying to leave my family in such a state. We are close to war with Gaston's country and if not for this marriage my country would already have been in ruins. If I had died, the war would've started instantly. How selfish am I really?