Northstar Vale sand willow

here they crumbled with each other.

glassy eyes of the sun for him, and her, a trembling willow of truth.

don't rush to it, he whispered. it is the start of something new, of something — his voice hitched, he thought of dove. he thought of love. he thought of marriage.

as frightening and life altering as it is beautiful, tamar, and the arrival of these things goes beyond us.

it comes when least expected, when you have found yourself with no more hope. it is that...faint glimmer in your darkest hour.

the tears spilled from his eyes.

he didn't dare vocalize them.