This one is significantly sadder than the last one. I know it's making me sad.
A field of wild flowers. A boy with white hair. A girl with red. A silent observer watching with sad blue eyes. Their bodies tangled together wrenched at her heart. But she knew this was the way it had to be. Sacrifice her happiness for his. That was the way it had always been. The way things were meant to be. For better or for worse.
A breeze blew her straw-coloured hair into her face. She hugged herself tightly as the watched them. Covered in pollen they laughed and joked. They were so happy. The blonde steps closer to them. They don't see her. Instead they run off to the lake. Run off to get clean. Maybe. She pollen was much more stubborn that.
But she couldn't tell them.
Her pace was slow as she followed them down to the water. Their laughter brought a smile to her face. But the smile didn't last long. It never did. She watched them for what seemed like hours as they splashed and played before finally pulling their waterlogged bodies back to shore. Blue eyes still sadly watching them, she kept silent watch over the scene.
It felt like forever before the pair made their silent way home to the cabin. The setting sun set everything on fire in her eyes. Fire that she would never feel. Then they kissed.
A pain burned in her chest that she had never felt before. A single tear rolled down her cheek. In her mind, she tried to remind herself that this made him happy in a way she probably never could...
She dropped to her knees and hugged herself tightly. This was right for him. This was something he needed. The poor blonde didn't even notice when they finally went inside. Her whole body ached. It was hours before she could bring herself to stand and walk towards the cabin.
When the sun finally shone through the trees, she saw them through the window. Their hair mixed together like fresh blood on the clean snow. The colour drained from her face as she watch them lay together contently. They lay like that for god knows how long before he turned his head and looked out the window.
And he saw her.
The girl spilled back into the bed off of him as he sat up, startled. Then she looked over, too. They both saw her. The red haired girl looked crestfallen as the boy stood up and went to the window. The sad blonde woman turned from the scene and started walking away, back out to the field..
Despite loud protests and tears, the boy ran after her, still nude. He called her name. The girl pulled the blanket up around herself and ran to the door, screaming for him to come back. He turned once, tears in his eyes. Leaving his lover in the doorway of the cabin, he ran to the field.
Her blue eyes had turned grey. Her hair was ashen. Her skin was pale. Tears streamed down his face as he stumbled towards her. In a vain attempt to keep her there, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
And he hugged himself.
Her image was gone.
She was gone.
The snow-haired boy feel to his knees in the field of wild flowers, weeping openly. Still wrapped in the sheets, the girl with fire in her hair stood behind him. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she watched him cry.
There was nothing she could do to comfort him. There was nothing that could comfort him. Feeling alone and dejected, she turned from the boy and walked off.
And he knelt there in the field.