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Chapter 2: Dance of Souls
To give into the dance of our souls
Finally, truly, completely
To let the symphony of our unbroken love
Break wide open the boundless skies
And spread wide open in the air
But a year turned to five
And five swiftly a decade
A decade became two
And crept up to three
But still our hands are yet to meet
Our music, yet to be shared
The day we drown
In the symphony of our souls
I do not see in the stars above me
Yet I want to believe in
I want to live for.
~ C. Carson
Elsie was dusting their small shared bookshelf one summer evening. Her husband fast asleep on the comfortable armchair with the newspaper still open on his lap. The long hours of the summer day was drowned in a soft yellow light and Elsie took upon dusting the bookshelf while Charles was sleeping, a task that she ended up procrastinating involuntarily almost always. She reached up on her tip toes to first book on the top most shelf and her hand slipped accidently, causing the adjoining book to fall on to the floor with a soft thud.
She quickly turned around to see if she had disturbed her husband but seeing a peacefully sleeping Charles completely oblivious to the worries of the world, she turned back to her work with a sweet smile. She bent down carefully (her knees were certainly not what they were a decade ago) and picked up the book that was lying open on the ground. Charles' old copy of "The Scarlet Letter" that she had gifted to him several years ago. When, she could not remember. She remembered how he often succumbed to her variant and much more relaxed taste in fiction following a bit of gentle teasing and coaxing and smiled.
How such a simple object holds such a lot of memories and emotions together, she pondered. A simple gift it was, wrapped in a bit of coloured paper that was left over from the gift wrapping for the family. That was all she could afford at the time. It was much actually than wrapping it in the cheap brown paper that she could afford. But it was a gift that she hoped and knew that he would treasure.
As she lifted the book from the ground, a yellowed piece of paper folded neatly in two drifted out of it and fluttered on to the floor, gracefully in the still air. Curiously she picked it up and opened it. Her eyes dancing across the neat handwriting upon the paper. And tears drowned her blue eyes as she read the familiar signature signed beneath the beautiful and heartfelt words. Her heart erupting with love and joy.
She had loved him for long. A love that was a small seed in the very depths of her heart which grew slowly into a magnificent tree without her notice. Well, to be honest, she did notice but she buried it deep and tried to put it off her mind knowing that the possibilities that he would love her back, that he would act upon any loved he possessed for her were dangerously low. But now… now she had everything she had ever hoped for. Everything she had ever hoped for.
Gently holding the paper in her hand, like a child holding a butterfly afraid that it'll destroy the gentle beauty if the touch was even a tiny bit more, she turned towards the sleeping form of her husband. Her eyes gauged the evening light playing upon his face and highlighting the shadows. His gentle snoring that didn't seem to disturb the wind. And for probably the billionth time in her life, she fell completely in love with him again. Truly and completely, in the blissful knowledge that their souls finally got to dance together.
The End.
Thank you so much for your reviews! I'm so glad that you liked the previous snippet. I really didn't expect it. Next chapter would most probably be the one that Chelsietx requested, where Charles' reads to Elsie the poem he wrote named "Scottish Rose" the one in the previous chapter. For now I hope you like this one!
