She wandered aimlessly through the forest, just praying that she would find him.
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It was still dark when Pocahontas woke up the suivant morning. She had to leave before John woke ou he might suspect something. She didn’t have time to think about what he would think of her decision. She knew he wouldn’t like it, but she had to follow her heart.
“I was stupid for giving up John Smith,” she thought as she made her way through the forest. “He was the best thing that ever happened to me and I have to find him.”
Pocahontas didn’t know what would happened when she found him ou if he even wanted to see her, but she knew she had to try. She searched in all the spots where she had been with John Smith. The waterfall, the giant tree, even Grandmother Willow, but she had little hope in finding him.
She wandered aimlessly through the forest, just praying that she would find him. She stopped to rest par a small pond. When she looked around she realized that it was where they had first kissed. He was in the back of her mind and no matter how much she tried to get rid of the thought of him, he would not leave.
“I shouldn’t be thinking about him,” she thought out loud. “It will just bring me pain when I learn that he is over me. He’s probably moved on par now. He probably loves another.”
Pocahontas sighed and closed her eyes to calm herself. Soon her lips began to déplacer and she found herself chant to remind of John Smith.
“You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that toi don't know?
toi don't know ...
toi think toi own whatever land toi land on
The Earth is just a dead thing toi can claim
But I know every rock and arbre and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name”
Her chant came to an end when she heard a noise behind her. This time she did not run. Out from behind the trees came a man. He stopped when he saw her and just stared at her. Her cœur, coeur ran to him, but her legs remained still.
“Pocahontas?” He finally spoke.
He was hesitant to make the first move, but he walked to her until he was right in front of her. They stared into each other’s eyes. He reached his hand out and Pocahontas took hold of it. With their hands together again, Pocahontas felt whole once more.
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With their hands together again, Pocahontas felt whole once more.