A little chappie :)
Cold
The winter was approaching slowly making it difficult for her to keep her garden alive. The earth turned hard and cold. Ludwig urged her inside, telling her that the garden was no longer available for proper growth due to the winter.
His hands slid around her body slowly. He whispered soft pleas to her while stroking her hair. She coughed in return. She had not wanted to leave the privacy of her gardens and thus she had fallen ill. The pains in her head were only growing along with the fever she had gotten.
"My dear Mary," Ludwig whispered and kissed her sweaty hand. She could feel his beard scratch her skin, making her pull back.
"She needs rest, sir," the doctor informed, but Ludwig was unwilling to leave his wife's side.
Days with fever passed and Ludwig still stayed by her side. Weak attempts to speak were usually smothered by a sore and dry throat.
"Why do you stay?" She had managed to whisper hoarsely. His answer had been delicate and she had made a non-committal noise in reply. "Love is silly," she had whispered to him before falling into yet another deep slumber.
It took many months for Mary to get well; the illness never quite leaving her body. Sometimes she would be found wandering her room unsteadily and other times she could hardly get up.
Agonising as it was, Ludwig had been forced out of town on a small business trip. Mary had gotten so much better, but her illness fell upon her as he returned and, while not entirely intelligent, Ludwig was no dumb man either.
He looked at her as she lay in bed, sleeping. She was truly beautiful, he thought. Not in the traditional kind of way, but in her own way. He turned away from her, leaving her to herself. Her coldness now made sense.
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