Melancholy Woman

by Jackson Parrish

Title

Melancholy Woman

Artist

Jackson Parrish

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Digital Art

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It was May 1826 and Elizabeth rose to a new day. As she swung her feet out of bed and sat up she already felt exhausted. Her name was Elizabeth but everyone called her Mel, shortened for Melancholy. She had no idea why she carried the weight of such sadness but she did and she struggled each day with it.

She came from a happy family, a privileged family, her father a respected lawyer and her mother a loving housewife. Elizabeth had grown up with good friends around whom she felt content and secure. She had a bright future ahead of her yet somehow the sadness lingered, like a fog that refused to be lifted.

In the mornings Elizabeth used to go out in the garden and take a look around, almost as if by instinct. It was a small enclosed garden, full of trees and flowers. The sun shined through the branches of the trees, casting a gentle light on the grass but Elizabeth felt no comfort from its rays.

She walked around the garden as if in a trance, looking for something that could take away her pain. She stopped by the rosebush and watched a small wildcat that resided in the garden, its gentle movements and soft chirps offering her some kind of solace.

Elizabeth spent the mornings in the garden watching the birds and flowers and thinking of the life that lay ahead of her. She thought of her future of romance, of children, of parties, of laughter, and then she thought of death, and her own mortality.

The sadness grew and grew within her until it consumed her until she felt as if she was being pulled down by an invisible force. She had no choice but to succumb to it, and so she slowly drifted away, as if in a dream.

Then, in a flash Elizabeth made up her mind. She knew what she had to do. She went to her bedroom opened her drawer, and took out a small bottle of poison she had put away months ago. She had never truly wanted to end her life before but now she felt it was the only way to finally find peace.

Elizabeth took the bottle of poison and went back out to the garden. She walked over to her favourite spot, beneath the willow tree, and laid down. She felt a wave of warmth wash over her and knew it was time. She drank the poison, and with a few last deep breaths, she found peace.

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