lonely are the ones who never know it; Posted on June 26, 2024 at 04:05:49 AM by frond
She does not expect an answer. Often she has walked with him - wispy and fleeting - She knows he isn't really here, but her heart wants it so badly. From the corner of her eye she sees the glint of tear streaks in the moonlight and frowns. and then that harsh inhale - wild eyed as he looks at her and says her name.
"Yes..." she says softly though she still does not dare to took directly at him. She is afraid if she does he might vanish. He presses his face into her neck and she can feel the wetness of his eyes closed tightly against her skin. She can feel the warmth of his shuddering breath. Tenderly , cautiously she curls into his touch.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" She hears - muffled and vulnerable. He is wounded in more than just body, and she knows she cannot fix him. But she can listen. She can be here.
"Love hurts more than anything in this world," she tells him softly, "but, you have not failed me because of it." She knows he does not speak only of her. That he may not be speaking to her at all. But someone else entirely. Zevulun's heart has held many women in it. She has known this since he brought her to the Prairie. She would always share him. and perhaps that is why love is so hard.
"Take me home." she cannot hold back the pleading that clenches her throat. This is when he disappears. She clenches her dark eyes so tightly she sees stars. She wants so badly for this to be real and while his tears are wet on her neck and his breath is warm in her hair, she is still so afraid. Replies: