Hai! I've been lurking a few months, y'know, checkin' stuff out. First post on here, Criticism and any comments are greatly appreciated. :]
It was a doe. Nothing significant to anyone who didn't know any better. Her slender legs danced gracefully, lighting up the path she traveled with a silver glow, bright enough for her to avoid being engulfed in the darkness of the woods at night. Her tiny feet never hit the ground, but rather hovered slightly above it, a lost gust of wind that never touched the object it aimed for.
"Guide them to it," he whispered, and she was on her way.
He was alone again. Little pieces of her came and went, this being another, but one that always returned. His hand slipped into the pocket of his cloak, fingers grazing across the ripped edge of the picture he always kept near him. He had it memorized to the point that there was no real need for him to keep it. It was her, her smile, her eyes lighting up. He tried not to think of the man who was the real reason she was grinning so widely.
In the last seven years, he had been haunted by her eyes, the eyes her son's so closely resembled. Every time the boy looked at him, he shot back to the first time he saw her. He'd have given up, have left, have never had to see them again, but he couldn't. Not if it meant she died in vain. For nothing.
It had been six months since he'd seen her eyes on her son. Six months since the green he used to be so familiar with had met his own, lifeless gaze. Six months since he'd seen the reminder that she was and forever would be James' love.
The picture and the doe were all he had left of her.
She wasn't just a doe. It was his little part of her. His last little bit of her. And it wouldn't ever be enough.