Stay strong, Lyrah. Don't breakdown! Don't—
But it was too late, as my lower lip trembled terribly and I felt it hard to breathe.
"No." It was him, who took a step again and engulfed me, patting my head. "Don't cry, Lyrah."
With arms hanging loosely on my sides, I let out all the pain, anger, in my tears as he rocked us lightly.
Freeing me from his hug he cupped my face making me look at him.
The honey eyes, the glittery pale golden skin. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, leaving me stunned as he stroked my cheek.
"So beautiful." He smiled.
And I saw myself shimmering with blue sparkles under the moonlight. Making me wonder what it was?
A fairytale from a Faeriland which revolves around love, kindness, forgiveness and hope.