The Endless and Faraway Skies
She knew what he was thinking, how his guilt weighed upon him. She didn't know if that burden would ever lift for him, she still carried her own burden. His death by her hands haunted her. Slowly though he was lightening that load for her. His love and devotion, his forgiveness and his gratefulness made it possible for her to cut herself some slack, but he wouldn't let her do the same for him.
She used to look at the sky, the endless and faraway skies, as a balm to her soul; Filled with promise and hope, the dream of a happy ending. She no longer looked at them that way. Now, reflected in his green eyes, those same skies only told her that she was losing him to his sorrow. Standing on her toes to kiss him to bring him back to her, she watched as a smile, his special smile for her only crossed his face. She could see his joy about her in his eyes, she could see her reflection in his eyes, and she could see those hated endless and faraway skies behind her also reflected.
