Witch Hazel
Characters: Hrist, Clyde
Genre: Romance, Eyes of Clyde, Side of Clyde During Indigo
Meaning: A spell
Dedicated to: El. :D
I leaned against my chair, my eyes were empty, so was my heart. I was devoid of emotions, the memory of Hrist dying playing painfully over and over in my mind, stinging my eyes with tears, tightening the chains around my heart that was already torn. Thankfully, the men taht served under me were aware of what a phase I was going through, no one would see me in this state, and I could do what I was strongly tempted to; cry.
My hands covered my face, trying to snap myself out of it. Pride was the only thing in my way. But, then again, Hrist would be ... miserable if she saw me as I was. To me, Hrist.. was magical. I found myself falling for her as we spent our time together; it was as if I was under a spell. A spell I never wanted to get out from.
I felt pressure on my lap, a light feathery feeling pressed against my lips. I looked up, my eyes widening.
Hrist...
I guess, this was her last spell. A spell to break out of my misery and embrace my life.
A life without Hrist.
~ End
Labels: Language of the Flowers