Interrupted Dreams

This story is set several months after the story I wrote yesterday, but not very long after “Shining Dreamers”.  Here is the photo prompt that inspired it (from NaNoWriYe’s DreamWidth):

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Marian frowned slightly.  For some reason, his gaze was drawn to the flowers.  One of them had little water droplets on the petals, like tears.  Somehow, that was fitting.  In a way, it was beautiful.  They reflected the flower, like tiny mirrors.

“I’ve been meaning to stop by for some time,” he said, his voice faint.  He smiled weakly.  “Camelia started classes at the Academy.  It seemed like a good idea… she’s with her friends and she seems to be doing better.”

He heaved a sigh and looked up towards the trees.  “She just finished her first year and… she did really well,” he said.  “Her teachers were really impressed.  They said that she has the makings of a great agent.”

He paused for a moment, his gaze going back to the flower.  “She is quite the little lady,” he said, smiling.  Stifling a laugh, he added, “She’s got me wrapped about her finger, like she did you.”  He settled down in the grass then and shrugged.  “I’ve been playing the escort and attending tea parties with her, much to Felicja’s amusement.”

His brows furrowed.  “Felicja and Ilya are acting like newlyweds,” he added.  “It’s all really sort of sweet, but I’m not sure how Henryk feels about it.  Zofia loves having a Papa, but Henryk… I’m not so sure.”

Marian looked down at the medal in his hand.  “Valor,” he said, his voice strained.  He shook his head.  “I wonder if they really know the meaning of the word.  I wonder if they have any concept of the sacrifice you gave…” he trailed off and then shook his head quickly to clear it.  “I shouldn’t be angry at them.  It won’t do any good.”

He stood, then.  Setting the medal on top of the stone, he said, “I’ll find out what happened, Nicholai.  I’ll do everything I can to raise Camelia the way you would have wanted and I’ll find out who sabotaged your plane – who made it so you won’t be here to see her grow up.”

Stepping back, he said, “I promise.”  Then, he turned and strode away.

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