Zinta stood still at the edge of the pond, her toes inches from the water. She stared with a hollow ache in her chest, her eyes misting over. They brimmed with tears, quiet drops of fire from the sky. They burned as they rolled down her skin, her fluttering heart knowing nothing to do with itself. Nearby, Mikael looked on with concern.
"My parents took me here every year," she whispered, her breath catching in a sob. "We always wished for happiness, and time together…" She turned on her heel, her rose-colored curls swaying gently behind her. "Do you think they knew? Do you think they knew what would happen?"
"Zinta…" Mikael mouthed. He thought to comfort her, but his words were not poetic enough to raise to her for approval. He cast his eyes aside briefly, his dark hair framing a perfect view of the great wall surrounding the city at dusk. He looked back to Zinta. Her eyes sparkled in the dimming light, her lips full and quivering.
He smiled gently. “I think they knew they loved you so much that not even forever would be enough.”
Broken hope gazed up at him, the pieces slowly melding together on a level far, far beneath what open eyes could percieve. He stepped towards her, his armored hands opening to envelope her. She fell into him, and his arms closed softly around her back. His lips crossed her forehead, murmuring gently over soft whimpers.
"They loved you, Zin," he said gently, stroking her hair, "as do I."