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Staring at her like that, under the beauty of the sun, completely real and not imagined with her white dress, adorned in earings of gold, her hair held up, it—
“Mahlon.” Her shock was evident in her eyes, but there was something else underneath that.
With his eyes fixed on hers, he felt his hardened heart, thawing. Her dark, dark, beautiful eyes made him drown, like they did months before when he first laid eyes on her. It felt like everything was changing, breaking.
She got up, from the rock she was sitting under, slowly, then she turned, walking away really quickly.
Before he could recover, Mahlon was running after her, his heart beating out of his chest for more than one reason.
“Wait!”
That only made her run, and she ran— fast. Turning left and right through the different pathways of Kavod.
“Please, wait!” Mahlon ran, desperate.
He could tell she was lost, with each more of the turns she made, becoming more hesitant. When she turned to a corner, among the rose bushes, he slowed down a little because he knew where that led to, but still, his mind was on overdrive.
At that turn she made, Mahlon saw her, staring up at the bricked wall, covered with overgrown white and red roses, meeting with each other. There was a stone, bench built into place as well.
When she turned around and faced him, her expression fell. It made his stomach drop. This was all far from how he imagined things would go.
As he took steps forward, she took steps back.
“I—”
“Leave me alone.” She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “please.”
Hurt flashed in his eyes.
“I just want to talk for a moment.”
“I have nothing to say to you.” Her voice came out harsher.
A wave of confusion fell over him, he rembered their first and last moments together, tender, intimate, special.
Almost dreamlike.
What had changed in the time he spent longing for her?
“What are you doing in Kavod?” Mahlon asked, genuinely curious, but for some reason, his heart hammered against his chest, awaiting the answer.
“It's an open invitation.” She answered, but her eyes didn't meet his, they stared up at the pinkish evening sky.
A silence ensued, suffocating.
In it, Mahlon's brown eyes met with Ruth's dark eyes, clashing, like he was seeing her for the very first time. She held his gaze, and suddenly, a pain was in his head, dizzying memories from the night they spent, collided with his reality.
She was running away that night, a fact he had forgotten, and with this one, more started to unravel.
“—My people hate your people.”
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Ruth: Reimagined
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