Chapitre 8: Chapter 6: Threads of Fate
Eira's POV:
I awoke in the gentle embrace of warmth, a soft cocoon of safety and unfamiliar comfort.
Blinking away the remnants of slumber, I found myself beneath a canopy of leaves, the memory of the previous night flooding back.
Alastair...
Beside me, he sat, an enigma cloaked in the early morning light.
His presence was a paradox, both soothing and disconcerting.
He turned to meet my gaze, his eyes holding a depth of understanding that startled me.
At that moment, I realized we were connected by more than just our shared loss.
"Good morning," he greeted softly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Morning," I murmured, my voice still heavy with sleep. "Thank you for... this."
He inclined his head, a silent acknowledgement of the fragile bond that had formed between us. "You're not alone in this, Eira. We all bear our burdens, and sometimes, it helps to share the load."
His words were a lifeline, a reminder that even in the depths of despair, there could be solace in another's presence.
I wanted to say more, to express the gratitude that swelled within me, but the words remained unspoken, caught in the tangle of my emotions.
As we sat in companionable silence, the world outside the garden began to stir.
Birds sang their morning songs, and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.
It was a new day, a fresh beginning, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope.
Alastair's POV:
The morning unfurled in a tapestry of soft hues, painting the world in muted pastels.
Beside me, Eira stirred, the delicate flutter of her lashes a sign that she had returned from the realm of dreams.
Her gaze met mine, and in that moment, I saw the raw vulnerability that she had allowed me to witness.
"Good morning," I offered, the words gentle on my tongue.
There was a fragility about her, a quiet strength that resonated with me in ways I couldn't quite comprehend.
"Morning," she replied her voice a whisper carried by the breeze.
The gratitude in her eyes spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgement of the connection that had bloomed in the garden.
As the world around us awakened, I couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with Eira.
We were bound by more than grief; we were bound by the threads of our shared humanity.
It was a rare and fragile connection, one that I was determined to cherish.
"I should be going," she said, breaking the stillness.
Her voice was reluctant, as if parting from this place meant relinquishing a piece of herself.
"Of course," I replied, though a part of me wished she could stay a little longer. "Remember, Eira, you're not alone. If ever you need someone to share the weight, I'm here."
She nodded, a small smile gracing her lips.
With a final glance towards the garden, she rose, a figure both ethereal and resolute.
As she disappeared into the waking world, I knew our paths would cross again.
In that hidden garden, amid the blooms and whispers of nature, our lives had intersected, and a bond had formed that would shape the course of our intertwined destinies.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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