Devotion
She had been beautiful in their wedding. When she had bore her first child, she had been filled will a glow he could ill explain. As a mother, she was a goddess that he gladly worshipped. He would follow such a diety until his legs would no longer work and his eyes had fallen from his skull, and still he would drag himself onward with his hands and rely only on the sweet scent that was hers alone to guide him.
Ariane was such to Reis.
He had seen her first when they were fifteen, passing through the city as any vagrant would and intent only on a quick meal, perhaps a stolen bed to sleep upon, and then the freedom to move on; however, one chance meeting had changed him irreparably. He had made the mistake of trying to pick her pocket.
A man did not easily forget a woman with the strength, speed, and mind to knock him on his back with a right hook. At fifteen. In a dress.
Beautiful did not even begin to cover her.
He smiled fondly as he watched her with the children, remembering their meeting and the years afterwards when he had become a fixture within the city. He had watched her grow, and had grown beside her. Words could not express what he felt for her.
That was perhaps why his heart ached as she reached over to lovingly kiss her husband and embrace the children she bore by his loins.
He could only watch from afar as she dwelled in happiness.
Hey,
A Love unknown, from afar and secret, is one most tragic. And yet love it remains, and even when destroying it lifts the spirit and the self, for when touched by Love, all is changed.
The story of Reis is one I would like to know, specially why he never went forth with his feelings.
Keep on with the great work and take care,
- César