CONSEQUENCES

Centuries ago,

In the slumber,

He was holding her like he was now, tears still falling off his face, his voice now barely audible.

Zelda’s eyes fluttered open, resplendent purple stared at the haze on Kamaz’s countenance and fingers brushed against the wet hair matted on his forehead.

The rain was no longer falling and it seemed the wait was finally over.

Kamaz’s face fell as the recognition of her touch ignited him. Rapidly, he blinked away the tears in his eyes, and her face properly came into view.

The last time he had cried with such reckless abandon had been when his mother had died and even then, it wasn’t as worse as it was now.

His mother had been sick for a while and she had helped prepare his heart the best way she could. It had been the first major loss of his life.