Nk Sterling
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A Final Dance
His golden gaze steadily rested upon her aged silver hair that hung loosely about the chair which faced the open window. He knew she stared blankly out into the court yard below. How long had it been since he had last made contact with her? Years to her own physical form but to him it had only been days, or felt as so. He wished to approach her as he had so long ago in a small empty bar miles from here; a night which haunted his own existence. He had often checked in on her without her knowledge, but never dared to make another appearance within her sight. He never thought he would have a need to be nervous about something, but yet he was anxious about facing the woman he knew so long ago for a short time.
By Nk Sterling2 years ago in Fiction