Since then. We keep to oneself.
Silence is all I hear. All day.
He invites me to dinner.
It is his last until he is to arrive home.
I wear a simple blue dress. Plain just like me.
Avoiding was all we seem to be able to do.
Now I had to face him.
Turning the corner. Stifled cries.
In a corner. Fist against the wall and a photo in hand.
Is the Count.
"Alexis" I hear myself call.
I place a hand on his shoulder.
His eyes.
Turn to meet mine.
Tears threaten to fall like the ones before.
His eyes widen in shock.
His hand. Wipes them away.
Stashing the photo. In a pocket.
"What do you want?" he asks hoarsely. Not moving.
My hand still there.
My body does the one thing. I will it not to.
My hands wrap around him and pull him close. His chest large and warm. It isn't uncomfortable. I don't know to call it.
He trembles.
Pulls back. We separate.
We walk. We eat.
And say nothing of it. As afraid the red string of fate may bind us tighter.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
