On the Other Side

Another day, another glass of wine. As I walked towards my leather couch, I reflected upon my findings of the day.

I sat next to my love.

“How many are left?” she kept her eyes fixed on one of the turquoise gems of her bracelet.

“Of tender age, scarcely any, for we are nearing the approachment of our planned conclusion-”

The smile on my visage attempted to reach her gaze, expecting delight at the successful progress.

“-In addition, at no time will you deduce whom I encountered-”

She huffed at my words and turned away from my person.

“What is the matter?”

I reached for her, caressing her shoulder.

“Nothing, I am simply not in the mood”

“In the mood for what, if I may enquire?”

“This” she swatted my hand away.

Twas typical of her, to bear such fitful and capricious behaviours.

“What is of my fault, my dearest?”

“Nothing!” shooting a livid glare, she crossed her arms “Leave me be!”

Her golden eyes were piercing.

For being someone so clever, she had an incredibly sporadic and ardent temper. My intentions were those to be close, devoted. However, my knowledge of her person was as deep as it was caring. I knew she required peaceful solitude for the time being, away from me.

Glass of red, yet full, in my hold, I directed myself towards our chamber.

“I brought chrysanthemums from my latest patrol, my loveliest - I hope they delight you”

With those final words, I sealed the heavy mahogany door behind me.