show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She is not entirely sure whether he irritates her or amuses her. A mixture of both perhaps. Regardless, he intrigues her. He shouldn't - she has learned most of his secrets by now - but still he does.
As it happens, she had not been looking for him today. Truthfully, she had no intention of seeking him out ever again. Even so, she somehow still manages to stumble upon him.
That it is in the meadow is no surprise. They had met here after all.
Perhaps it is fitting that they are constantly drawn together. As it it turns out, she is as inconstant as he is. Of course, she has no reason to be constant. He does not love her, nor she him.
Even so she now bears proof inside her belly. On the surface, the changes are yet so subtle as to hardly be noticeable. The faint thickening of her stomach is barely noticeable and easily covered by her winter coat.
When she first spies him a short distance away, she is tempted to continue on. To ignore him. But if ever she had a failing (of which she no doubt has many) it would be her curiosity. Instead, she approaches.
”Dovev,” she greets in a cool tone, halting a few feet away. She says no more, instead studying him quietly, studying the way he cherishes the ground at his feet, knowing exactly why he does so.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts