She met, loved, and lost him in April, but she thinks of Jack the most in summer. It's never cold in summer, never icy, piercing like knives -
Rose guides the horse toward the surf, watching the waves crash and recede. She's trying to do what he asked, to head out into the horizon, to go where the wind takes her. But the pain is still fresh.
Her next trip will be Wisconsin. She wonders if Jack left anything behind. A sketchbook, a diary, maybe a picture. They might have lived there when the ship docked. She thinks it will help her in a small way.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time.
Their - his - life may be over, but hers is not. She promised not to let go, and she didn't want to. But she was going to live enough for the both of them.
this is so lovely and evocative, and the last part of the last line - she was going to live enough for the both of them - ouch, my heart (in a completely good way, of course!) i absolutely adore this, thank you so much. <3
Rose guides the horse toward the surf, watching the waves crash and recede. She's trying to do what he asked, to head out into the horizon, to go where the wind takes her. But the pain is still fresh.
Her next trip will be Wisconsin. She wonders if Jack left anything behind. A sketchbook, a diary, maybe a picture. They might have lived there when the ship docked. She thinks it will help her in a small way.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time.
Their - his - life may be over, but hers is not. She promised not to let go, and she didn't want to. But she was going to live enough for the both of them.
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