Roses of a Midnight Hue
By Mary Lawrence
Chapter 2
That night, Reneta and Sagar lay in a peaceful silence. Reneta did not have a second of quite sleep. Her face rested gently on his soft chest. Worry was beginning to enter her mind. Sagar's hand had found rest wrapped around her back, with his hand resting softly on her side. She shivered. his touch was like the touch of death. But her skin got used to the his touch. She closed her eyes. determined to get atleast an hour of sleep before having to rise to make breakfast. All her muscle relaxed. She lay there. drifting off. But something was wrong.
His heart wasn't beating. She carefully moved her head, so slightly, as not to wake him. She tried to find his beating heart. She failed.
She did not sleep that night. But she was quite happy to rise. She quickly made breakfast for Sagar. and paced the kitchen, thinking. The minute he rised, she would question him about his absence. She sat there for a quarter of an hour. Waiting.
He rose. making no noise at all. He entered the dinning room. She served him. hot eggs and warm bread. He kissed her good mourning and she toke her place across from him. He did not eat, he just picked at his food absently.
"What happened?" she whispered, just loud enough so he could hear her. But softly enough to suggest that she was afraid of the answer.
He looked up at her. His black eyes pierced her blue ones. But behind those dark eye lay fear, uncertainty, worry. He lowered his eyes to his food.
"Im not even sure." he muttered back.
In the days after that, the two didn't talk very much. Sagar would disappear for a day, and no one in the town would see him. Reneta was certain something terrible had happened. He didn't talk very much, and that itself worried her. They use to have long conversation, just the two of them, alone. Now, they sat in silence.
One day, Reneta got sick of it. She went up to Sagar.
"Tell me what happened," her voice was demanding, and her eyes were fierce.
"Are you sure you want to hear it?" He looked at her calmly, his voice was steady, with a hint that he really would like her to remain umknowledgable about the events, but was willing to tell her if she asked.
"Yes." He toke her hand and led her to a big chair. She sat down there, and he toke his place infront of her.
Even to this day, Reneta has always wondered if her life would have been better if she never asked that simple question.
Chapter 2
That night, Reneta and Sagar lay in a peaceful silence. Reneta did not have a second of quite sleep. Her face rested gently on his soft chest. Worry was beginning to enter her mind. Sagar's hand had found rest wrapped around her back, with his hand resting softly on her side. She shivered. his touch was like the touch of death. But her skin got used to the his touch. She closed her eyes. determined to get atleast an hour of sleep before having to rise to make breakfast. All her muscle relaxed. She lay there. drifting off. But something was wrong.
His heart wasn't beating. She carefully moved her head, so slightly, as not to wake him. She tried to find his beating heart. She failed.
She did not sleep that night. But she was quite happy to rise. She quickly made breakfast for Sagar. and paced the kitchen, thinking. The minute he rised, she would question him about his absence. She sat there for a quarter of an hour. Waiting.
He rose. making no noise at all. He entered the dinning room. She served him. hot eggs and warm bread. He kissed her good mourning and she toke her place across from him. He did not eat, he just picked at his food absently.
"What happened?" she whispered, just loud enough so he could hear her. But softly enough to suggest that she was afraid of the answer.
He looked up at her. His black eyes pierced her blue ones. But behind those dark eye lay fear, uncertainty, worry. He lowered his eyes to his food.
"Im not even sure." he muttered back.
In the days after that, the two didn't talk very much. Sagar would disappear for a day, and no one in the town would see him. Reneta was certain something terrible had happened. He didn't talk very much, and that itself worried her. They use to have long conversation, just the two of them, alone. Now, they sat in silence.
One day, Reneta got sick of it. She went up to Sagar.
"Tell me what happened," her voice was demanding, and her eyes were fierce.
"Are you sure you want to hear it?" He looked at her calmly, his voice was steady, with a hint that he really would like her to remain umknowledgable about the events, but was willing to tell her if she asked.
"Yes." He toke her hand and led her to a big chair. She sat down there, and he toke his place infront of her.
Even to this day, Reneta has always wondered if her life would have been better if she never asked that simple question.