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///A voice screeches in my ear, my head hurts, screeee ah ah TAP TAP

my dreams linger, somewhere in the back of my mind. I stroked the head of my little baby while cradling her delicately, as if she were a fragile porcelain bowl, I murmur a soft lullaby which Adread and I had written together. When we first got the news of the baby, he was so happy., Adread's smile reflected sunshine, his lips curved upward, his dimples accentuated, his eyes widened, there was something beautiful about the way he smiled, it made me feel happier and more human. His voice was angelic, one of my favourite memories is when we were sitting on the bed, 2 weeks old Katarina in my stomach, and his hands softly stroking the skin as he hummed the lullaby,

"Don't worry oh my love

The moons will keep us safe in its light

It'll all be okay my love, stars will watch over you

When I am gone just like they watch the night"

We named our child 'Katarina', it means pure, like our love had been. I gently touch the locket which hung around my neck, the locket that was the reason my family was dead. I softly hymn under my breath

"I won't let anyone take you Katarina, I'll always keep you safe"

TAP TAP TAP I can't hear anything my love//// 

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