The Truth About Love Is...
And here's my take on it:
“Do you really have to go?” he asked as she slid out of his
embrace and backed away from him, her hand trailing feather-light along his
arm, her touch like frozen air. Her eyes were sad as they turned toward the
window, toward the rising sun. That look told him all he needed to know.
She faded slowly from sight, until there was nothing left of
her, and he prayed with everything he had that she’d escape hell the next night
and find her way to his arms. The truth about love is—it’s more powerful than
even death.
Now see how everyone else did it!
Love it, anyway this could be entwined into the graveyard story you did a bit back?
ReplyDeleteHow sweet. Hope she can come visit again.
ReplyDeleteI loved it! Especially that he could embrace her, not typical ghost. :)
ReplyDeleteI loved how she faded away like that! I feel like there's a huge possibility for a larger story with this one. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the concept! Kind of reminded me of "Everneath" by Brodi Ashton. Not in a bad way, just the whole escaping Hell with the power of love idea.
ReplyDeleteI love your description. "her hand trailing feather-light along his arm, her touch like frozen air" Beautiful. It pulled me in.
The rising sun part had me guessing what she might be. Great conflict!
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