FF : Hope Broke the Crown
The storm has arrived and your hands are cold against my face—the temperature of my lonely heart. Our reflection is a frozen fractal of blue and black on the window pane. It ignites white as the boiling night howls and roars. I stare into its endlessness. We are the storm. The lightning does not ebb. Its call is primal and low, a rumble up through our feet to our chest.
I touch your hands. You’ve shared this dark with me, this restless storm. It calls to us both. Snow. Cold. Wild with ice and rebellion, we are the whistle of winter wind—ghosts ushered away in Spring, a dream that life evaporates with new growth.
Your eyes tell me all I need to know. My answer is voiceless as my lips curve into a smile. I believe you’ll come back to me. I believe in you.
The coming sun has started to break the shadow of the horizon and I feel your hands leave mine. You open your mouth to speak and I shake my head, already knowing what you’l