Fonds blew in the moonlight above. Water as still as her heart. She had waited for him. Everyday. It was a torture on its own, waiting for a dead man. Or at least, she assumed he was dead. Easier to think that way. The alternative was realizing that the world was darker now, a former shell of the warm glow it used to have. Now when she woke in the morning she heard not his familiar growl, but instead, crickets.
Fonds blew in the moonlight above. Water as still as her heart. She had waited for him. Everyday. It was a torture on its own, waiting for a dead man. Or at least, she assumed he was dead. Easier to think that way. The alternative was realizing that the world was darker now, a former shell of the warm glow it used to have. Now when she woke in the morning she heard not his familiar growl, but instead, crickets.