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11.Ā Ā Ā sender runs their fingers through receiverās hair.
the ridge is large enough in daylight with the sounds of the horses neighing,Ā Ā Ā rolloās barks and her parentsā woodworking,Ā Ā but blanketed in the hour of dusk it looms large enough to swallow her whole.Ā Ā Ā beyond the horizon the sun peeks forward,Ā Ā scattering familiar lines of yellow across the dark blue sky.Ā Ā Ā no sounds scrape past her ears,Ā Ā noĀ Ā shadowy movementsĀ scurrying along the tree side catch her eye,Ā Ā for that is how deep she has fallen within her own mind.Ā Ā Ā for a moment brianna isĀ Ā notĀ Ā at the ridge,Ā Ā but in aĀ Ā wilmington tavernĀ Ā āĀ Ā her weary heart caves in with terrorĀ Ā &Ā Ā her once warm-blooded veins freeze over as a spectre passes by.Ā Ā Ā she cannot tell if the ghostās hair is dark or light,Ā Ā or if his smile is laced inĀ Ā kindness or cruelty.Ā Ā Ā against the wooden floorboards her feet are like lead,Ā Ā an impossible weight to carry away from theĀ Ā torment of her memoriesĀ Ā āĀ Ā until suddenly she is pulled feet first back to reality by the creaking hinges of her parentsā front door.
brianna had come seeking the familiarity of her motherās comforting embraceĀ after one too many restless hours ofĀ Ā night terrors,Ā Ā but before her knuckles had scraped against the wood of their door,Ā Ā another unwelcome fear had set in:Ā Ā Ā she still felt much like a guest,Ā an intruderĀ in her motherĀ Ā &Ā Ā jamieās peaceful existence.Ā Ā Ā to come banging upon their door likeĀ a child in the night ...Ā Ā Ā brianna assumed it would not be long until sun up,Ā Ā &Ā Ā decided she would sit on their stoop until the eerie darkness of night let up for the dawn.Ā Ā Ā in the light of day her fears were not so bright nor so loud.
her fatherās surprised whisper of her nameĀ Ā Ā (Ā a leannan,Ā Ā he calls her.Ā Ā Ā it warms her heart yet fills it with such guilt she wishes he would not.Ā )Ā Ā Ā sends her paralysed figure into action.Ā Ā Ā hands leap to her cheeks,Ā Ā wet from tears she hadnāt realised had spilled past her eyelashes,Ā Ā &Ā Ā in a hurry not to worry him so she wipes them dry.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā iām sorry.Ā Ā Ā i couldnāt sleep,Ā Ā so iĀ Ā āāĀ Ā āĀ Ā Ā the false explanation brianna had hoped would come to her in the moment had not,Ā Ā and so she trailed off,Ā Ā swallowing the ever-growing lump in her throat.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā i didnāt want to wake you.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā the weight of a warm arm slung round her shoulders quiets her apologetic words,Ā Ā &Ā Ā with a tug of her body she is sequestered against jamieās shoulder.Ā Ā Ā strangely enough her golden gaze fills with tears again,Ā Ā though this time not out of fear.Ā Ā Ā with a shaky smile bree helplessly blinks them away,Ā Ā shaking her head as ifĀ Ā embarrassedĀ at her own foolishness.Ā Ā Ā yet another apology rolls to the tip of her tongue,Ā Ā but when her lips part to form the words,Ā Ā a warm hand slips past the blanket wrapped around her shouldersĀ Ā &Ā Ā into the hair at the nape of her neck,Ā Ā quieting her before sheās able to say a word.Ā Ā Ā a sigh slips past her lips instead,Ā Ā head falling to rest against his shoulder,Ā Ā face hidden against the length of his throat.Ā Ā Ā come morning she will recognise the moment for what it was,Ā Ā a daughter safeguarded in the arms of her father,Ā Ā &Ā Ā bury it until the stormy waves of guilt settle.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā mama always said you were so gentle.Ā Ā Ā i donāt know if i really believed her.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā it is a feat in itself that she manages to open her eyes,Ā Ā nearly lulled to slumber as she was from the tenderness of his touch.Ā Ā Ā ā Ā a mighty highlander warrior, Ā so attentive and gentle with his wifeās hair.Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā for a momentās worth it is as if he has her motherāsĀ healing hands,Ā Ā the threading of his fingers through her curls pulling the tensionĀ Ā &Ā Ā ache from her skull.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā i couldnāt reconcile those parts of you when you were just a story.Ā Ā Ā but i believe her now.Ā Ā ā
