Bab 29: Flasbacks

{flashback}

(you can skip this chapter, this is written like a movie being played as she sleeps. That is why I have the paragraphs cut like that. Either way, I hope you enjoy!)

"Darling this is our last child, we already have contributed to our world."

I laid on the bed panting, my husband looked at the tiny bundle in his arms and smiled, before looking at me with devotion and love.

Even though I am in pain, I still felt a warmness in my chest.

This man, having children for him I had no issues.

" You can leave it to the older children to care for the young and relax,"

I smiled, for every birth they were present so I saw no issue with them being here even though I am in this state.

"Gentlemen, please allow the patient to rest,"

The words of the nurse spoke, I looked at my husband feeling tired.

"Darling, we have our first grandchild,"

"Yes, even though it is in this type of environment,"

"It is OK, those males are searching for their mate who had been taken with the others, they had also built plenty of shops for the world's population."

"Mm, I just hope we have enough time, the weeping is getting stronger."

My husband leaned closer and embraced me, I struggled not to weep or go crazy from the constant weeping from the earth.

"Gaia is dying, we are aware of that, just think of the children."

"Yes, Zeither I will, I will... I will try."

I released a tired sigh, feeling dejected.

Amir, held my hand, I tried my best to hide my thoughts, they are dangerous, I am forty but I still Lust after another man holding him in my heart.

He looked so gentle, brown eyes, thick wavy hair, tanned skin, and a medium built with exotic features Especially from the Middle Eastern males.

I loved when he wore the shemagh, egal, Dishdasha, and Bisht.

Today to accompany him to a special banquet held by his family I wore an AL-AMIRA, this is a two-piece veil I would usually wear whenever I visited his country as a form of respect.

The attire I wore was a long loose dress with a 'genie' type of pants with slits to the knee, the sleeves were wide with beaded designs around the high collar design, hemline, and sleeves.

Thankfully the material had a cooling effect as well because we first had to walk five minutes in the sun before entering the grand venue.

Today I am being taught to ski by my friend of two years from the region Slovenia, it is known for its mountains, ski resorts and lakes.

On average among the males he is quite tall standing at two meters, with blue eyes and white-blonde hair, he reminded me of the famous Vikings, all he had to do is simply wear those furs and a sword.

The slope; at forty meters high, made me excited, already my other friends had slid down while he coaxed me slowly to be careful and not be reckless this time.

Nodding my head I then crouched and made the appropriate moves to slide down.

The country I dubbed with the most beautiful men, among the Asians who dominated the world after the mad queen went on a rampage. I found that they seem to be more to my taste, just because the males were so beautiful.

Of course, I had to class the Chinese and Japanese males by themselves and carefully select those I favoured.

The male at my side smiled and struggled not to drool, his hair was unusual, in fact, it was from his mother whose hair was ice blonde with green eyes.

Somehow his hair was white and his eyes green, it seemed strange among those from a country that had natural black hair and eyes.

Still, after the mad Queen had rampaged many things had changed so…

The flashbacks continued, the girl forced to slumber for those few days seemed to be trapped in beautiful dreams and nightmares.

Memories of them.

The most important people to her followed after by those children, grandchildren seemed to haunt her.

Inwardly, she screamed for her freedom but it never seemed to be given.

She seemed to be trapped in a place of simply endless pale blue, floating into nothing.

Around her, the memories of her past life continued to play out indiscriminately.

Young, old… it didn't matter because it had been all about them in various stages.

After a will the blue-haired girl with the bright blue eyes at some point simply allowed it to happen. There is no reason to fight because as time passed it seems that she will not escape this place.

Her voice became silent and she just took it as something that is meant to be.

Since accepting her fate the girl's surroundings grew brighter and unknown to her were strings tied to a certain amount of her fingers dyed in varying colours of white to blood red.

They each led to her fated anchors, through those strings each unconsciously tried their best to soothe her.

The girl relaxed and fell into a fitful rest.