Agitated she stood by the window. Blind of worry, her eyes were staring outside while her spirit was searching for him in the wastelands of the world.
Christopher appeared in her dreams tonight. Dawn awakened her from a mixture of bliss and dread. Exhilaration filled her seeing him again. Frightfully, she felt at the same time as if he was saying goodbye. Grief was slowly creeping inside her to replace anxiety. Her long waiting was now coming to an end. In the distance, she heard the doorbell rang.
July 10th, said the calendar on the wall. Knowing what news had arrived, she slowly forced herself to go downstairs, hesitating for a moment before she answered the door. Letting them in the hallway after muttering greetings while none of the two men possessed the courage to look her in the eyes, she waited impatiently to hear what they had come to tell her.
“Madam,” started the one with the rank of a lieutenant, finally looking at her expressionless face, telling her that Christopher had died for his country in the line of duty. Numbly she showed them out and closed the door behind them. Over her face silent tears were pouring.
Panting like an old lady she clambered back upstairs to her bedroom. Quietly she slipped into an armchair, drifting into memories. Remembering Christopher, from the time they had first met to the day he had last left, strengthened her intention. She had had a plan this day should come.
The vial had been kept in the bedside table drawer for a long time. Unwaveringly she took it out now and swallowed down all of its content; afterwards, setting the vial aside, she laid onto her bed. Visions entered her mind once the substance was beginning to take effect, drying the tears upon her face. Weight left all her soul and body as she sank into a comfortable, peaceful void.
Xylophones sounded in the air and out of the distant light which was getting brighter and brighter there was a familiar figure approaching. Yearning, she hurried forward, seeing him smile, reaching out his right hand to her. Zephyr blew softly through her hair, harps hummed, warmth overflowed her when their fingers touched and time stopped.