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She crushed the frail paper in her hands with dry eyes. Maybe her mind was full of answers, maybe her heart was pounding with so many unsaid things. Perhaps she felt nothing upon reading his words. She may have even smiled at her freedom, which she always had. Looking at the small ball of paper, her soft eyes unwavering, you would have never known the message within would never leave her being, her soul. The dark purple and orange sky screamed its last breaths across the horizon, the gentle wisps of wind brushed her cheeks and tickled her palm with the ball of paper it gently bullied.



All she saw, was the paper. As the sun finally set, it stared to glow. At first dim, then a spark, then warm ash. It became engulfed in soft, tamed licks of fire that did not scathe her skin. The paper? It collapsed into itself, as quickly as it became ash, the wind did away with its remaining memory. Seeing this would have been strange, because as the almost invisible ashes were blown beyond, the smoke rising from her hand, rose above her hand steadily, gray, clear but barely there. The sun said its goodbyes by now, so against the darker sky, the gray tendrils snaked and moved. The woman's eyes that would have been fixed on the paper, now are focused on the shapes the smoke created.



Her eye seemed to sharpen, fiercely looking on to what was forming. She wanted to see, she needed to see it, if even for one last time. That would have been the first time her body showed emotion, and it was not easy. The figure in the smoke was almost perfect, not a figure. A face. But she was waiting... for the smoke to finish its cruel job. It formed his face. She could read the features in the air, his lips, his hair. She was stone, but her impatience was torrential. Burning with will into the horizon her gaze didn't stray. She wanted to see his eyes. The same eyes that he had used to write those last words. She needed this. The smoke almost toyed with her, bringing into focus his ears, his nose, now it almost seemed like he was in front of her, breathing gently, but for the formless gray that was where his eyes should have been. She inched forward almost vaguely, hoping hard and hoping harshly. The cold hard brush of the nights wind blew the smoke into her face before her wish was granted. She gasped, as she took a pained step back. Her body betrayed her. Her pride broke and she pulled from her stance abruptly, a tear landing where she stood, as she sped away silently. "His eyes", even in the privacy of her mind, her voice broke as she thought to herself. "His eyes."



She paced away in a half hurry to nowhere. As long as it wasn't there, it mattered not to her. Her pride crawled back into place as she convinced herself that she didn't need to see his eyes any longer. That she didn't need to see the truth within his gaze. She didn't need to know the passion linked to the message he left her. She shook her head as the echo of the words she read died down in her soul, "If everyone can have you, then I don't want you."

He had been preparing to paint the wood floors all week. Finally off work, he had some time to get some house work done and he ordered one of his children to help. The reason why only one was commanded, out of the five kids of the household, was because the other four were successful in making themselves scarce...