She sat on the bench, the varnished wood hard against her back, her thin robe doing little to shield her from the harsh reality. Her pursed lips revealed nothing of her thoughts, similar to a newly dusted slate, only feint echoes of the pervious users thoughts present. Her fingers brushed of their own accord, the feeling bringing to life a burning nostalgia she wished to die. She had stripped it of all its sources, yet still her body betrayed her, phantom touches wracking her already agonising soul.
"Mother!" his voice called, an excited order, frantic with news.
"Yes?" she inquired, her voice far far away, obscured from her through a veil.
"Father says I am to marry one of the Fairies- Lady Wendy Marvel." He reported, grabbing her hands tightly in his excitement, eyes glowing with a joy for so long foreign to her. His words signalled an end, her salvation and reason for existing in this half-life adding from her sight.
"When are you to marry?" she asked, her lack of excitement deflating him, his once tense shoulders squared, relaxing under her eyes despite his lack of knowledge of his transformation.
"Next month." He replied, eagerly leaning forward lightly peck her cheek yet no warmth was found beneath his young lips.
"Well, you better prepare yourself." She said, her words resounding more for herself than his naive ears. He nodded, the jerk of his head finally thawing her heart, her smile a rare creature that should be captured for darker times ahead.
Soon, the darkness would descend but her newly found light would not be consumed by it, it would be long gone by then.