Love and Grief
When there is love, there will be grief
And when there’s no joy, there is pain. The days pass and still she finds her eyes on him whenever he passes by. Her heart grows fonder with each passing day.
“How long?” She asks one evening, when the two of them are resting inhis tent, having a rare night alone.
He looks at her, his mouth opening to speak but then closing again. It has been over a week since they left the mountain, but still she does not know how long it really was before they first began to care about each other.
“Starts long before we were even friends, I believe.” He answers quietly. They were not always friends back then, she was the opposite of what he was and that made him furious. She reminded him of what he could have became, had he been braver, wiser, more powerful.
“It doesn’t matter either way now; you must go back soon, do you not think?” he adds. Even now, he knows that there is no time for both of them. She is of the stars and moon, he is of the land and thorns. A heaven and hell.
She smiles, faintly. A pang shoots through her as the words leave his lip
