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When Love Tempts

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By Moharif YuliantoPublished about a month ago 3 min read
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When Love Tempts
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Elara, a weaver known for her tapestries that captured the whispers of the wind, lived a life as quiet and ordered as the threads she worked with. Her days followed a rhythm as familiar as the rising and setting sun – the clack of the loom, the gentle hum of her song, the scent of wool and lavender that filled her small cottage nestled in the foothills. Yet, a silent yearning thrummed beneath the surface, a yearning for something more than the solitude her life offered.

One day, a cloaked figure arrived at her doorstep, bringing with him a whirlwind of chaos and color. It was Rowan, a traveling bard with eyes that mirrored the summer sky and a voice that resonated with the wild song of the sea. He sought not just a tapestry, but a story woven specifically for him, a tale spun from Elara's own experiences.

Intrigued and slightly intimidated by this boisterous stranger, Elara agreed. As Rowan recounted his adventures, Elara listened, her heart captivated by his tales. He spoke of faraway lands bathed in golden sunlight, of bustling marketplaces filled with exotic spices, of encounters with mythical creatures and daring rescues. A spark ignited within her, a longing for a life less ordinary, a life that mirrored the adventures Rowan described.

As days turned into weeks, their shared workspace became a vibrant world. Elara's tapestry, initially a depiction of a tranquil forest, began to morph. Lush green threads were replaced with the vivid hues of deserts she’d never seen, and delicate wildflowers blossomed into fantastical blooms. Rowan, in turn, was captivated by Elara's quiet strength and the depth of her emotions, emotions she expressed so profoundly through her art.

A subtle warmth bloomed between them, an unspoken language in stolen glances and lingering touches. Elara found herself humming Rowan's tunes long after he left, his voice a comforting echo in the quiet of her cottage. The rhythm of her life, once so predictable, now felt out of sync. The world outside her window, once barely a thought, now seemed to beckon, promising boundless possibilities.

One starlit night, under the watchful gaze of the moon, Rowan confessed his love for Elara. His words, passionate and sincere, shattered the fragile walls she had built around herself. Elara, her heart pounding in her chest, felt an overwhelming pull towards him. But a flicker of doubt lingered. Was this love, or simply a yearning for the vibrant life he represented?

"Come with me," Rowan pleaded, his voice husky with emotion. "Leave this quiet life behind. Explore the world with me, hand in hand. Let your art not just capture stories, but be a part of them."

The temptation was almost unbearable. Elara envisioned herself by his side, experiencing the world through her art and through his eyes. Yet, a deep-seated fear held her back. Could she abandon the life she knew for the uncertainties that lay beyond the mountains? Could she match his wanderlust with her own quiet strength?

With a heavy heart, Elara declined. Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. "My heart yearns for adventure, Rowan," she confessed, "but a part of me is woven into the threads of this place, into the stillness that allows me to create."

Understanding dawned in Rowan's eyes, replacing the initial flicker of disappointment. He embraced her gently, the warmth of his touch bittersweet. "Then stay," he whispered, "and weave our story into your tapestries. Let your art be a bridge between this life and the one we dreamt of."

Their parting was bittersweet, a melody on a minor key. They knew their paths diverged, yet the connection forged between them remained. Elara picked up her loom, the familiar rhythm now imbued with a new depth of emotion. Her tapestry continued to transform, a poignant depiction of love and longing, intertwined with the landscape of her life.

Rowan, though heartbroken, continued his journey, carrying Elara's heart in his songs. He sang of a weaver whose love bloomed in solitude, a testament to the enduring power of connection, even when paths diverge. Elara, in turn, forever immortalized their fleeting encounter in her work, a reminder that sometimes love's greatest gift is the courage it ignites within us.

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Moharif Yulianto

a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook

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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

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  1. Heartfelt and relatable

    The story invoked strong personal emotions

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  • Flamance @ lit.about a month ago

    Well understanding story great job

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