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“You will miss this,” Zamîn said, stroking Núneth’s hair. They lay on the meadow, enjoying the warmth of late spring, the fierce colours of sky, grass and flowers.
“I will miss you,” Núneth replied, kissing her lips.
“Are you sure you want to be wedded?” Zamîn asked.
Núneth shook her head and looked into the distance. “Can you give me children? Or I you?”
“I don’t wish for children,” Zamîn replied. “We could elope. North Forostar, some deserted place...”
“They would find us.” Núneth pressed Zamîn’s hand. “I will find a way to keep you with me.”
“I believe you.”
Finis
June 2015