In the thaw of the warmer months approach, the mountain sighed under the weight of melting snow, the last traces of winter's pale chill had given way to the soft blush of spring.
Shaded by a weathered old church with broken stained glass windows and a canopy of slow moving willow tree boughs, the two walked hand in hand. Silent footsteps across the fresh shoots of greenery in the meadow that had long ago been a cemetery. Lost now to the decrepit wear of time.
The boy, once blind but now had a gaze that illuminated with an eerie clarity, settled into the lush grass. His head resting upon her lap, the soft cotton of her skirt. His hands, skeletal and pale and cold, gently clasped a weathered book of poetry. The girl, with a tenderness that belied their macabre state, combed her fingers through his hair, listening with eyelashes dusting her cheeks. Lifted her face skyward, catching a few golden rays across her battered, unchanging appearance.
His voice, raspy in his broken chest, filled the air with the work of Robert Frost. The verses he recited were reminiscent to the beauty of a world that no longer touched them—the rustling leaves, the songs of birds, the warmth of a sun they could never fully feel.
Her gaze, fixed upon the horizon where the snow has receded to reveal the blooming landscape swallowing up the headstones around them with vibrant riots of wildflowers. Seasons and years would come and go, and this pair would remain as they were the second their hearts stopped beating. Belonging to the land they had been buried and reanimated within. The world moved ever onward without them.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep—"
His voice faltered momentarily, a sigh escaping his chapped lips. She brushed back a few stray dark curls behind his ear and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"You missed." He murmured to her.
With a teasing roll of her eyes, she leant down once more and placed a second kiss upon his smiling mouth. "Go on, please." She urged. "This one is my favorite."
"—And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep." He finished, but before moving onto the next, he captured the gaze of the irisless bloodshot orbs sunken into the sockets of her skull. "Why is that your favorite?"
Her colorless lips pulled back into a smile of her own. "Wouldn't you like to know." She teased. "Maybe I just like how it sounds coming from you."
If there were any blood left moving in his veins, maybe it would have risen to rouge his cheeks with the warmth of her compliment but instead it lay in dormant traces of black beneath his icy skin.
"Maybe I'd like to hear you read for a change. It's too bad you're illiterate." She wasn't illiterate, he knew this, but he enjoyed being irritating.
She shoved at his shoulder a little, the palm of her hand meeting the crest of a bullet hole that no longer caused him even the slightest amount of pain. "You're so rude."
"You still love me, though." He countered.
She shoved him again and this time he caught her wrist, pulling her in. The solid dead weight of her cold body crashing against his. Both equals in their amount of brute strength, there was only a short moment of brawling before she had tackled him into the grass, caging his chest between her knees in a hollow victory as they were both aware he was just as capable of getting the upper hand dare he try.
She leaned down, a waterfall of raven black hair spilling over her shoulder as she traced the edge of his jaw with her nose and nuzzled into his neck. His lone eye fluttered closed, arms tightening around her, content.
"Yeah, I do." She whispered to him.
Thus, in the twilight of eternity, the two angels of death lingered. They were bound to this plane, neither truly alive nor completely lifeless. A paradox. Making a blissful peace with the cruelty of fate. Souls forever entwined in an undying embrace.
And so, they would remain until the end of time.
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kinda spooky but hey at least they're happy
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carl and sharon traipsing through the roanoke mountains tuck everlasting style
