this is the story of those who were effected by Laputa other than Pazu and Sheeta. I hope you like it. While I am aware it is quite short, I would highly appreciate a review of any kind. So please , R&R! Thanks so much!
They sat upon a ridge. Their legs dangled into the gray abyss below them, which was scattered with red roofs and green splashes, where small cliffs jutted out and people had barely managed to fit a cottage upon. The sky was clear blue, pink sneaking up from afar and deep orange spilling from the horizon. Night descended quickly, an indigo blanket settling behind their heads.
It was a girl, and a boy, young, and very much in love. He held her hand in his own, tracing her palm in slow circles. He stared absently into the chasm, watching as the small form of miners emerged from a cave, like ants from their tunnels. The girls gold hair fell into her eyes when she lifted her head from his shoulder and glanced at him meaningfully. He did not look at her. He murmured,
"Natslia-"
"No. Don't. Please, just stay silent. Do not say it, for I won't hear it." He stared into the distance longer. The last beams of the sun filtered down and shone like a beacon on his red brown hair, illuminating it like a fire fed a gust of wind. She stroked it, and held his hand tightly when he tried to withdraw it.
"I will leave. Go before dawn. It will make it easier for you..."
"Nothing could make it easier for me, my love. I know in my heart, you are the only person I could ever love, and no matter how you go, I will grieve the absence like the night might miss the moon." He looked at her then, desperation drawing deep lines on his young face. Sadness dug at his stomach and threatened to rip from his throat.
"I don't want to hurt you, Nat! But if I stay, you will be hurt. If I go, we both will hurt. I don't know what to do."
"It is simple, Henry. You must not go. I am stronger than you think." Henry grappled for an argument, but truly, he did not want to leave.
"I could not let you live in poverty. I could not let you dress your children in rags and send them to the mines every morning before daybreak. You want that?" He searched her eyes for truth.
"I want you," she whispered and leaned close to his, pressing her gentle lips to his and holding his cheeks, easing the anguished expression he wore from his face. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She radiated warmth that he could withstand, and he broke from her. He said,
"If you will not let me leave, then I will find the money for us to live. I care not you don't have a dowry. We will be wealthy when we wed." Natslia smiled at him, a single tear slipping down her cheek.