✦ Let Go ✦
It'd be morning soon. No one was awake just yet. The sky was almost blue, and the yellow light of the sun would soon be peeking through the curtains of that small, second-story window. It'd be warm and comfortable like usual. The tiny specks of floating dust would look like weightless glitter in the morning rays, Charles would wake up, expecting to see her as he did every day since Aniah and John opened their door to them. The morning would be there - the warmth and glitter too - but Mary planned to be gone. Her eyes moved over her shoulder to eye her packed backpack with a sigh.
Three days ago, when he slept, Mary told him just what she planned to do. Now... it was time to do it. She sighed - a shaky sound - and lifted a hand to tuck a small strand of hair away from his healing, handsome, hard face. She'd never forget that look, that closed-eyed, breathing smoothly, lost in slumberland look, or any other look she'd ever seen on Charles Vane.
A bird cried out somewhere outside and Mary knew she couldn't sit there and stare at him forever. The day was coming quick. She stood from the bedside chair and pressed her lips with pure sweetness to his forehead. "Goodbye, Charles," she whispered, and squeezed his hand before she let it rest again against the blankets.