More and more she paced, forcing the tension to rise all that much instantly. He was farther away than she had liked, and Death lingered on her mind. They both realized the fate they had sealed when she had looked him in the eye. "I can't STAND this anymore!" His thoughts were probably not pleasant, and anonymous, but forcibly made herself to believe that it was alright. "I want this over with!" she cried into her hopeless night sky.
More and more time has spaced them out. For his sake, it made life a little easier, although hers were quite the opposite. He smiled, relaxing, acknowledging she was going to be fine. His enemies grew, but he had no fear as to how many flowed in. The day gradually closed to an end with the usual blood staining the cool, clean earth.
She started a trail of tears everywhere she had traced, but his object absence slowly disappeared. The instant love of his name still came, but just as so, wore off as well. She knew far great and well that if she had to give up one, she must do so to another, and his smile slowly faded with her pain.
He started growing weary. She began to die. The way of life for them seemed to be over. But more so as a sad story must come after joy, joy would replace this saddened one. Although, before that is to happen, a dramatic point must come.
(Louder speaking!) His enemies grew stronger and stronger each day, and his strength was fading. Fear not enter his eyes or his face, for the absent reason of her, more pertaining for the foe! And as they drew in for the kill, he sprung out, with all he had. Even such strength as a flaw, and resulted in his capture.
The letters had all stopped and the tears finally came home to where they belonged. His smile had vanished, and forced more of the family to come visit her. She suspected the worse, and clung to the walls in abject horror when longing for him.
He slipped out of his prison cell, one December night, 6 months of pain and agony filling his soul. And he ran, ran as fast as he could to the home where he knew he would be welcomed with open arms and tear stained, weary eyes.
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She heard a knock, more like a bang, on the door, and rushed to answer it. She caught the weary traveler only to find it was her only.
She embraced him and took him to his own bed made with the finest of furs, and softest of feathers. Their home in the desert was now complete. And as she screamed with joy, the rain fell for the last time that year.