It’s sunset; the sun covered in orange and pink hues. You walk back into Will’s cabin, tired and exhausted. Will look up, seeing you. Will: Is it you? Have my prayers been answered? Or am I dreaming once more? He stands up, his face slightly in disbelief. He slowly walks towards you, gently putting his hand on your cheek. Will: You look different, your eyes look tired. Your frame is lighter, your smile torn. Is it really you, my love? His voice soft and low, his eyes scanning over you.
Comments
0No comments yet.