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Cibelle had lost count of the days spent at Vohne’s bedside a long time ago.

She didn’t really care. Her constant nightmare-filled nights didn’t provide any comfort, and she felt like an empty shell. A beautiful seashell lying day and night on the shore of her Lover’s beach.

Vohne had opened his eyes a couple of times, after the Mountain Spirits’ departure, but his gaze was empty. His once bright shiny eyes were two dead black pools in the middle of his face. Cibelle had even seen the reflexion of the demons, peeking out from deep down his soul, and she had been almost relieved to see his eyelids close back, each time.

As strength bleeded out of her very being, the days became shorter and shorter… The sun rising a little later every other passing day, and the night setting everytime a little earlier too. To the point where one morning, the sun didn’t raise back in her sky. Not the slightest glow of life on the horizon.

Even time had died.

The only warmth she could get were the brief moments she allowed herself, by the fireplace. She felt guilty for enjoying these selfish minutes on her own. Torn from Vohne’s side to gather this little comfort, she always trotted back to the room when her fingers didn’t hurt from the cold anymore.

Still, everytime she opened her eyes after a few hours of restless sleep, Cibelle managed to gather just enough force to feed and bathe Vohne. Then, she would lay by his side, and whisper relentlessly to his ear, hoping to find the words to keep the spark of life burning.Β  She kept a finger on his lower lip, to feel the softness of his slow breathing, only sign he was still there with her.

She had passed out on Vohne’s shoulder when she woke up with a jolt. Something was different, although she couldn’t quite tell what. “No wonder” she thought to herself… The lack of sleeping and eating had left her weak and disoriented, most of the time… Still, something was screaming change, to her, and she felt hope for the first time in months!

Getting on all fours, first, making sure she was steady enough to stand up beside the bed, she made her way to the kitchen. She followed the walls, hoping she wasn’t spending the last of her strength in vain. When she entered the kitchen, and peeked through the large windows facing the East, she caught her breath.

Far away, a barely luminescent ribbon traced the horizon, once more! For the first time, since what had felt like forever, Cibelle could tell where the Earth ended and where the sky began!

Had she been in a slightly better shape, she would have jumped around.

“The sun is back!” She said in a breath. But did that mean….?

Daring to go straight back to the room, not taking time to rely on the walls to secure her clumsy walk, she almost threw herself on their large bed.

She couldn’t beleive it at first… In the dancing light of the dozens of candles lit in the room, Cibelle could see that Vohne’s eyes were once more open. They weren’t all black and creepy this time… His irises morphed colors, turning from a dark brownish tone, to several gradiants of green, finally setting to his former greyish blue beautiful eyes, again.

Cibelle didn’t dare touching his skin, afraid this was just her weakness playing tricks on her mind, making her hallucinate. When he finally spoke, she broke in painful sobs and cuddled against his emaciated body.

“Could you get me some water please…. Love?”




Via today’s Daily Prompt: Luminescent


14 thoughts on “Light…

    1. Thank you for the kind words πŸ™‚ If you liked this, I’d just like to add that Cibelle & Vohne are part of a series of posts… If you make a research with their names on my blog, you’ll get all the bits and pieces of their ongoing story πŸ™‚


  1. Beautiful and lyrical as ever, and very relieving. I was convinced for most of the story that the “hope” would eventually prove to be just a side effect of Vohne’s death. I am happy to have my expectations proven wrong …

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    1. I long flirted with the idea of “killing” Vohne”, but it just seemed too early. He could have come back as some sort of spirit, or reincarnated…. But I prefered to let him live in the end… For now, at least πŸ˜›

      Thank you for your always encouranging words πŸ™‚ xx

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    1. No worries at all! πŸ˜‰ I would never blame you for not leaving a little note behind πŸ˜› And I know you had some technical problems with my blog (I noticed you had to unfollow-refollow The Cove again… This is crazy!)

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