you're nobody until somebody loves you
A HariPo drabble collection
by mew-tsubaki
- ^-^3
The best times were the silent ones.
If he strained his ears, he could hear the cloth of her gloves as her fingers gently tightened their grip on her mug of tea. He could hear the rustle of the wind in her hair and leaves and distinguish one from the other. He knew she listened to the way he rocked in his chair, too, and to his footsteps when he hustled to the greenhouses.
Sometimes the silent times were scary. But right after the war, he could still hear the wind in her hair, and she his gentle, quiet footfall.