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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Memories
Characters: Markus Alexander, Meghan (the woman behind glass)
Prompt: spring
Words: 287
Finished: 14.02.2020
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"I remember how much I've loved spring, "Meghan murmured, burying his face into the colorful bunch of flowers. "The sun warmed up everything, that last snow was melting. The grass turned green again, the birds were singing in the trees. And the fresh smell in the air... "She looked up, tears sparkling in her eyes. "Tell me, Markus, is it still like this? "
The young man cringed inwardly; the pity he felt was beyond words. So desperately he wished to be able to give her back what she had lost a long time ago. Fifteen years locked in behind glass and the knowledge that it would stay like this for the rest of her life. Because she carried the dead inside her, one touch of her hand could mean the end of the menkind.
Markus had always done his best to make it as comfortable as possible for her, but in moments like these, he realized that he was not more than her guardsman, denying her what she wanted most. Her old life, her freedom. The sun burning on her face, the wind in her hair. The bouquet had been only the pathic try to sooth his bad conscience.
"Sorry! "He forced his eyes back to her; she was standing close to the window now, one hand resting on the glass as if she wanted to touch him, to reassure him that everything was okay. "Just a tiny moment of melancholy. It's already over. Thank you for the flowers; they are lovely. "She smiled. "You are lovely. I was supposed to die about fifteen years ago, but I am glad I didn't because I would have missed so many wonderful moments together with you."
Characters: Markus Alexander, Meghan (the woman behind glass)
Prompt: spring
Words: 287
Finished: 14.02.2020
:::
"I remember how much I've loved spring, "Meghan murmured, burying his face into the colorful bunch of flowers. "The sun warmed up everything, that last snow was melting. The grass turned green again, the birds were singing in the trees. And the fresh smell in the air... "She looked up, tears sparkling in her eyes. "Tell me, Markus, is it still like this? "
The young man cringed inwardly; the pity he felt was beyond words. So desperately he wished to be able to give her back what she had lost a long time ago. Fifteen years locked in behind glass and the knowledge that it would stay like this for the rest of her life. Because she carried the dead inside her, one touch of her hand could mean the end of the menkind.
Markus had always done his best to make it as comfortable as possible for her, but in moments like these, he realized that he was not more than her guardsman, denying her what she wanted most. Her old life, her freedom. The sun burning on her face, the wind in her hair. The bouquet had been only the pathic try to sooth his bad conscience.
"Sorry! "He forced his eyes back to her; she was standing close to the window now, one hand resting on the glass as if she wanted to touch him, to reassure him that everything was okay. "Just a tiny moment of melancholy. It's already over. Thank you for the flowers; they are lovely. "She smiled. "You are lovely. I was supposed to die about fifteen years ago, but I am glad I didn't because I would have missed so many wonderful moments together with you."