ivy (from evermore by Taylor Swift)

Ivy

Author's Note: Hello there, this fiction I wrote here is based on my imagination on the song ivy, by Taylor Swift. It is one of my favourite works so I decided to share it here. However, please let me know if this is inappropriate (because it's based on a song, and I basically just change it into a story with added details.) and I'll take this down ASAP.

Also I created my own characters in this story because it just seem weird if I used any name related to Taylor (to me it feels like spreading false words about her).

Anyway I hope you enjoy the story. :)

Terra: The protagonist of the story. I'm imagining that the song is in her POV. 

Sylvester: The man she's having an affair with. 

Joel: Terra's husband

Ivy

How's one to know?

A simple trip to the graveyard ignites a blaze so violent that it started my fiercest fight of my life.

It all began in a normal day in winter, with snow falling gently on the roof of the cobblestone house. I gazed at the window, which had became a mosaic of blue and orange, made from the frost coming from the cold outside, and the reflection from the fire inside.

I didn't have a good sleep last night, and for a few nights before it, as I could never live with the bone-stinging chill brought forth by the heavy snow. Just like any other winter, start with a blizzard, ends with a cool breeze as clovers begin to bloom in the fields not far from my house.

But unlike any other day in winter, I have someone expecting to see me at the graveyard.

Not any specific person, but the people in the village nearby had learned that I just lost my husband. And like any other good widow should do, I must visit my husband's grave and grieve, even though a funeral was never held, his body was never found.

Well, best to live as a widow, than to live as an outlaw.

So there goes I, an old widow at the age of twenty-six, restarting her journey to the stone everyday to grieve, to let my spirit meet his bones.

As I trudged past the headstones I couldn't help but hoped to return to my cottage immediately and warm myself over the fire. And perhaps I could work on the walls a little,wild ivy had started growing on it.

As I was near to my husband's grave I began pondering who I might run into today. Could it be Sir Adam from the market, who lost his mother as illness took her life away two summers ago? Or could it be the hag Samantha who likes to dig her nose in everybody's affair? Or perhaps Dame Priscilla who just lost her brother.

Neither of them, it appears. As a tall, handsome figure lays on his knees in front of a large tombstone, the shadow of an angel's statue looming over him.

"Who goes there?" I asked, realising that I never seen him before. And then he stood up, and I could see his face properly. I have to admit, he is a fine looking man, his jet black hair accentuating his opal eyes, judging from his looks he must be in his early twenties. If Joel were still around he would definitely be out-shined.

"Just a winemaker," the stranger replied coolly, "Here to grieve for his mother."

"Madame Fiora's son?" I turned towards the headstone, where the name of the mistress was carved with fine craft, "Well met, rumour has it that you made a fortune out there."

"Seems like that's all I had for my reputation." he smiled, " The name's Sylvester, good day Lady..."

"It's Terra."