Fandom: His Dark Materials

Characters: Lyra Silvertongue, Will Parry (mentioned)

Ratings/Warnings: K

Drabble Challenge: Drabble Prompts

Word Count: 379

Summary: Every year, Lyra makes her way to the Botanical Gardens in her world, and feels the past become the present.

Never Going to Give You Up

In the end it always came back to one time and one place for Lyra. On mid-summers day, she would go down the path, passed the fountains under the wide tree. She would walk over the bridge and there the bench would come into view. She would always pause for that second, the first glimpse she had of it. In her imagination, Will was already sitting there, waiting for her to join him. She would close her eyes at the thought of it, but then someone would walk by spoiling the moment. The feeling would be gone.

As she reached the bench and sat down, she relaxed. All of a sudden, she didn't have to imagine Will at all. All around her, she could sense him. She could feel his fingers in her hair, she could hear his whispering voice, on the breeze that blew around her. She could see his face, every bit as elated as her own. They may be in different worlds, but for Lyra he would always be a part of her, especially today.

It was now three years since she'd last seen him, yet she could still remember every part of his face. It was the one thing which she feared the most, that somehow the memories would become less vivid over time. But for now, she fought to hold onto every memory of him she possessed inside her mind. She wondered if Will too had noticed the subtle changes in his world, that she noticed in hers. As she caught a sharp breeze, another memory would come forward.

The night she and Will had become one, they laid under the moon and stars, holding hands and contemplating their future. But in the days that followed they learnt that living in the same world, was no longer an option for them. At the time, it felt like the end of the world for Lyra as she wailed against the injustice of it. But Will had calmed her and like they always did they come up with an idea to compensate for it.

So, here she was for another year and here would return to every year until the day they could be united, in their birds and dragonflies.