The Frost of Springtime

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Genres: Fiction
Listen! My beloved is knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.’ My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him. I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt. I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. And my heart sank at his departure.”
— Song of Songs 5 A str
...ong pair of arms held her tight. Lips whispered sweet promises into her ear. Fingertips sifted through her curls, deft and tremulous. An uneven heartbeat drummed against her ribs. Shallow breaths wafted over her flesh. Warm tears fell upon her cheeks, mingling with her own.
Her dark guardian stood before her, blending into the blackness of night. His silhouette sank into a deep curve as he arched over her form. He whispered a soft goodbye against her cheek.
A sob was wrenched from her throat.
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