The Unstopable Power of Love

wn streets. She ran one palm over her face in an attempt to release the anvil-like weight of tiredness. Her rent was due in three days, hence she couldn even afford a

e! Elizabeth watched them go with light hearts, a certifiable smile wrinkling the edges of her eyes, the liberal tip they had left nestled snugly in the duvet cover folded over her waist. Many victories, regardless of their small scale. Eight great hours later, Elizabeth emerged from the dirty side hallway of the coffee shop into the ghostly pre-sunrise glist. She inhaled the crisp morning air, letting it fill her lungs and release the lingering scent of tobacco smoke and burned food from her exhausted body. Once more almost free for a priceless day. She snuck into a corner seat, covertly counting her money pull for the evening, while the passenger train was only starting to fill with disorganised office drones. If she spent $73.26 sensibly, it would be enough to fill their little cupboards for another week and cover the late shift. Elizabeth sighed, knowing that she would be stretched thin as usual, robbing Peter to pay Paul, and she sketched the bills that had built up once more in her head: electric, the student loan garnishment, and so on. She voluntarily agreed to work triple shifts for the foreseeable future, even though it meant sacrificing her own life for providing her baby with the life he was due. Elizabeth's tired brain drifted to her small blond child standing by silently in their limited studio loft as the rusting rail vehicle rocked through the metropolitan gulches. She would give anything to spend more of her waking hours savoring his contagious joy and unlimited vitality! But other from the few occasions she picked him up on her way out the door to the newest menial job, Jeremy hardly saw her these days. Then she would sweep back in as he sank off to sleep. Elizabeth let out long sighs from her small shoulders as the train banged into her station. Clearly, their tense situation was definitely her own flaw. She alone had let herself believe in fantasy emotions and whirlwind blissfully ever-afters with a constantly seen her as a brief male toy. By the time Elizabeth had the guts to discover that deliriously gorgeous billionaire stranger had completely charmed her, mind, body, and heart, and impart the life-altering news that was coursed through her veins, he had disappeared into the ether. Along with her personality, her dreams of a great career...and her capacity for trust. Elizabeth felt fresh remorse as she struggled her tired body up the seven flights of steps to their run-down tenement. Not this relentless pattern of hand-to--mouth struggle; how she wished to bless her spotless child with a steady, loving two-parent family! She knew Jeremy was worth any price and deserved more than simply the safe but repressive four walls she could offer him. Elizabeth slumped to the floor and gently kissed the fleece top of her fantasies and recuperation as she silently toed off her shoes and crept into the weak fundamental room, sleeping peacefully in their threadbare chair. "Hey there, sweetheart," she said softly as the young lad momentarily woke up and blinked slowly oceanically blue eyes. "M'a?" Before nestling further into the cosy comfort of his mother's arms, Jeremy whispered around his cherished toy puppy. Shhh, child; it's good. I'm at home. Elizabeth tucked the small bl