The sequel to yesterday's drabble.
Sunlight. Dawn comes. I leave my sleepless bed; my vigil is over. It has been decided; all has ended.
I feel empty, drained, as I step out into the world and catch my breath.
The day is beautiful. The wind brushes my cheek, carrying the perfumed scent of flowers. I walk with my head down, dejected, trying not to notice, but the wind brings the whisper of the answer I want to hear. I am afraid to listen. It speaks insistently and I look up and wonder. And laugh. It tells me you have succeeded. It is a glorious day.
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