Chapter 1
Years later.
"Hello, Miss Nefetari. Miss Hillary." Nymph smiles at the greetings given to her. The lovers are currently in an art exhibition. Nefetari was a well known artist in terms of painting and singing. Hillary stood tall next to her wife, her gaze glint as she looks at her wife's piece. A beautiful nightgale within the cage above the night sky.
"I forgot what you meant about this piece." Hillary squints her eyes as she asks Nymph about that. Nymph sighed as she wraps her hands around Hillary's arms whilst she rests her head on her shoulder.
"Decieving the nightingale." Nefetari muttered as she looks at her painting. It was a mixture of various colorful schemes blues and whites.There were other colors there like reds and yellows but either ways, everything comes into a blur as they look at the caged nightingale in the canvas.
"The story is about a nightingale that trusted a crow. The nightingale trusted the crow, loved it. Tho the other birds say the crow isn't a match for the nightingale, she persisted. The nightingale loved the crow. Letting it believe that it would soar high to reach the moon but the crow decieves it, making its lead to the cage only to look at the moon from afar." Nymph explained, Hillary looks up to the painting. It amazed her how Nymph could carry out and make a masterpiece like this. She was never ever hurt, nor she was unfair to Nymph. But still, the mind of an artist lurks within her.
"You cannot see a decieving love,no. It's not until you finally felt caged and trapped. That's when you feel it. Until you cannot get away anymore and accept faith." Nymph continue as she pouts only for Hillary to chuckle but she nodded her head. Understading the words her wife tries to convey.
"You will not know when you're hurt if you don't see yourself bleeding after all." Hillary responded. The dark side of being in love was even if it hurt in the first place. You would tolerate it, until the emotional pain becomes a physical one. That's when you know, you've fucked up.
Hillary sighs as she takes in the painting and the message it tries to convey. "That's the bitterness of love. You'd rather choose to be blind with the rest of the wrongs slammed on your face for one thing that makes it so right." She looks at Nymph and smiled before leaning in for a soft kiss on the forehead.
"Your mind works so many wonders, my love." Hillary couldn't help but feel a great sense of appreciation with Nefetari. She always has sentimental meaning to everything she makes. It never made sense in the first place but when it was conveyed, everything was clear.
"Of course. I have the most creative mind." She giggled happly and sighed. The whole museum was quite rowdy. It was an art gallery exhibition and later on an auction taken in place in the same venue. All the painting will have it's price.
"Do not ever do what the crow did." Nefetari squints her eyes and pouted at Hillary. Hillary rolls her eyes and she laughs while she shakes her head. The two of them walked together as the strolled around the musuem.
"I have the prettiest girl. I'd be a fool trying to do that." Hillary mumbled beneath her breath as she assures Nymph she would never get hurt.
"And that's why I love you." Nymph happily leans onto her wife whilst they walked around. The utter display of public affection never fails to make the other people that knows them to smile. They were pretty much lovey dovey.
"I love you, more than you know." Hillary grins.
Later at night, Nefetari was humming a song she was trying to make. She had her headset on. She was in her pajamas and she saw a glimpse of Hillary. Hurrying up as she sprits some perfume on her.
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Romance[ Completed ] Tales of a Wife Series 2 Nefetari, a living nymph as how they call it. She was beauty and talent, the luckiest woman to marry another woman who is her ten year long best friend, Hillary. Their marriage was as smooth as the soft winter...
