Sylvester
"It has been a while, Sylvie."
That voice... Is that her? Is that really her?
Her familiar chestnut down-turned eyes, round-shaped face, heart-shaped rosy lips and... golden locks of hair. And the way she mentioned her own nickname for me, Sylvie... That's her.
"Thea?" I held my breath as I saw her... my deceased mate who was wearing a white flowy dress.
She smiled gently and nodded. "How are you, Sylvie?"
In a blink of an eye, she was already in front of me, holding my hands. I suddenly felt emotional when I came to hold her warm hands again. Tears formed in my eyes. I couldn't help myself hugging her as I missed her so much.
"My, my. I missed you, too, Sylvie."
I sniffed her scent. The smell of lavender... I named my horse, Lavender because she reminded me about Thea and this lavender field I was in right now. I distanced myself a little as I cupped her cheeks.