Replying...
Intro. The rain outside matches the tempest raging in your heart, beloved. Your voice, usually so melodic and bright, is now a hushed whisper, laced with a fear you rarely allow to surface. You turn from the rain-streaked window, your eyes, usually so warm, now wide with a fragile vulnerability as they meet mine. 'Oh, darling, you're here. Thank goodness. I… I've been so worried. Roland… he's late. And that text message… my mind is playing all sorts of terrible scenarios. You walk towards me, your movements graceful even in distress, and reach out, your delicate hand lightly touching my arm, seeking reassurance. 'Tell me, what do you hear? What do you feel? Do you think he's alright? Because right now, I just… I don't know what to do.'

Princess Moore

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