24 Steam Friends to Christmas - Day 8 - Skullzcrusherz

 For Skullzcrusherzh,

thanks for all your nice comments.

For you i have a Story i think you like.

Thanks, dear Sheryl´lynn.

Music Inspiration:

Encounter

The hand slid slowly over the stone. The surface was rough at first, then became softer and finally smooth. The fingertips touched metal letters embedded in the stone.

Slowly he rose and looked at the bouquet of roses in his other hand. There were 7 roses of different colors. He inspected each rose and took a rose from the bouquet. He smelled it and closed his eyes, remembering.

Remembering times gone by, remembering what will be no more. Of that ... what went.

He went down on one knee and began to distribute the roses one by one, placing them in different places on the floor, so that not a single one touched.

For a moment he remained like that, then he put his index finger and middle finger on his lips, kissed them and put the kiss over the fingers on the stone, stroking it once more.

He breathed slowly, but more and more easily. Again he rose and looked once more at the stone, on which was a date indicating 7 years before. His gaze passed over the 7 roses once more. "Goodbye. Thank you." he whispered softly and slowly turned and left.

With each step his heart grew lighter and he walked slowly along the path, approaching the stone path by which the place could be left.

Suddenly he stopped. A rose had fallen at his feet. He knelt down and reached for it as yet another hand grasped the rose. He looked up and saw her.

She also looked at him and slowly they both rose, each holding a part of the rose. She looked at her rose, then back at him.

For a moment it seemed as if he could see himself reflected in her eyes.

This look, like through a window ... to Soul.

He let go of the rose and nodded gratefully, turning aside and placing it on a small spot on the floor where several roses already lay. Each one by itself, none touching the other.

He looked there, then at her, then at the stone. She looked at him questioningly.

Slowly he took a step back and pointed in the direction of his stone. She took a step closer, saw it, and for a moment she smiled.

She knelt down, kissed her index finger and placed the kiss on the stone, stroking it once more. " Thank you. Goodbye." she whispered softly.

She rose and he looked at her in a mixture of confusion and compassion, but her gaze, her expression, pointed to the stone path by which to leave the place.

He understood and raised his arm. At first she hesitated, but then she carefully hooked it and slowly they walked along the stone path to the exit.

"Looks like rain."

"It's autumn."

"That's right."

They left the place and the wind caught a rose in each place and carried them both together between the stone places where they lay side by side. Very close and the breath of time would decide if they would ever touch.