So our young hero kissed the fair maiden one last time. As he walked towards the setting sun the wind howled increasingly around him, each step taking him further from her. She watched his lonely figure slowly blend with the sunset. Tears rolling down her face she knew she was losing him, if it hadn’t happened already. Still, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She wanted to run after him before he disappeared or it got too dark, but what would she say? He couldn’t possibly understand…

He held his coat closer around him. Fascinated by the sun he mused, maybe if he could walk faster it would turn noon instead of night. He heard somebody call. “Nah,” he thought, “it’s probably just the wind!”

As he got sucked further into the unknown, he tried to convince himself it was for the best. Choices had to be made and since she didn’t seem to be sure of what she wanted, he’d done it for both of them. Still he couldn’t help but wonder if he was making a mistake.

He looked back briefly. Shadows had already covered the landscape and he could barely trace the silhouette of the house he’d left. Had she gone back in? He continued trudging along as he pondered over his future alone. “It is better it happened before i loved her,” he tried to convince himself, but why then was it so hard? Maybe there will be others, but he wasn’t so sure about that. Maybe he should go back…

She could still taste him on her lips even as the salty tears worked their way down her face occasionally feeling the edge of her mouth. Her body still had the signature of where he’d touched her as he held her…how he’d touched her. Why was he being so stubborn? Why couldn’t he understand? A sob escaped, shaking her body. She called out to him… The golden edge of the sun lingered for a few seconds over the horizon then hid leaving only the glowing cinders on the feathery clouds above and soon that too was gone… He was gone…

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