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8.9.98 "Take this," she whispered, cupping his hands in her own, dropping the smooth black pebble into his palm. "It will bring you relief when you suffer. When you hold it, think of me." Moonlight caught the tear rolling down her cheek and gilded it into a drop of pearly milk. Her dark hair shone, and he was blinded by her beauty like he had never been before. Heavy black boots crunching on gravel interrupted their sweet interlude. He can still hear the defiant scream which rent the night, as the soldiers picked her up and carried her to the camp, leaving him safely in the shadows where he'd not been seen. Holding the stone reminded him of his cowardice, and the shame was too much to bear. So now the stone lies in a little etal box, surrounded by feathers and little love notes, and he suffers alone, in regretful silence. |