Yes, a lullaby. The one he'd taught her had been one of the soul, a song only the two of them could hear, as they'd loved during the night. She thought of it now, as she readied herself for yet another day without him.
She preferred this weather, there was something soothing about the rain and the cloudy sky. Quietly, she slipped into her hooded cloak, and stole from the house, careful not to disturb him. Lately, they had grown apart. Nothing unkind, but really, they had little in common. She wasn't sure how much longer they would even stay together.
Turning her hood up, she walked slowly down the street. Meandering through the country lanes, she finally reached the little stream that bordered their village. She perched on a nearby boulder and stared into the water, enjoying the soothing music it made as it eddied and rippled over its bed of pebbles. There was a splash, as a frog slid from a partly submerged tree branch into the stream.
She felt peaceful here, at one with nature, listening to the rain, and the rising birdsong. The bank was overgrown with spring grass and weeds, vividly green against the grayness of the early morning, sprinkled here and there with wildflowers. Leaning forward, she reached into the stream, and plucked a pebble from its sparkling depths.
Roughly heart shaped, it shone like a jewel, water clinging to its smooth surface. She held the stone up to the dim light, studying its mottled coloring. A pretty trifle, but its shape reminded her of him. Of how his beautiful hands had held hers over his heart, the night they'd pledged their love to one another, for all eternity. Oh, how she missed him, with every beat of her own heart.
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Date: 2025-05-25 07:07 pm (UTC)She preferred this weather, there was something soothing about the rain and the cloudy sky. Quietly, she slipped into her hooded cloak, and stole from the house, careful not to disturb him. Lately, they had grown apart. Nothing unkind, but really, they had little in common. She wasn't sure how much longer they would even stay together.
Turning her hood up, she walked slowly down the street. Meandering through the country lanes, she finally reached the little stream that bordered their village. She perched on a nearby boulder and stared into the water, enjoying the soothing music it made as it eddied and rippled over its bed of pebbles. There was a splash, as a frog slid from a partly submerged tree branch into the stream.
She felt peaceful here, at one with nature, listening to the rain, and the rising birdsong. The bank was overgrown with spring grass and weeds, vividly green against the grayness of the early morning, sprinkled here and there with wildflowers. Leaning forward, she reached into the stream, and plucked a pebble from its sparkling depths.
Roughly heart shaped, it shone like a jewel, water clinging to its smooth surface. She held the stone up to the dim light, studying its mottled coloring. A pretty trifle, but its shape reminded her of him. Of how his beautiful hands had held hers over his heart, the night they'd pledged their love to one another, for all eternity. Oh, how she missed him, with every beat of her own heart.