broken heart

I don't know.

Can I ever love again?

Why would he do this?

I just don't understand.

She approached as I was leaving the shop. It was sunny, I was happy. I don't remember her name. 

She slept with Tim. Tim and her slept together. I don't blame her. She didn't know of me till after I think. I can't remember too well. How he could do this. How?  Why? I loved him! He said he loved me! We were married! We have a baby!

In a certain inn, not too far away, a young woman sat by a table and looked at a journal lying on the table. The journal's cover was red leather and pages were fine paper, more finer than she could afford with mere barmaid’s salary. But as she saw it on a market day half a year ago, she knew she had to save it. At the time she was just a farmhand and she had no idea that her life would be turned around. Perhaps buying the expensive journal was an omen. 

My love,

This letter is one of the most heartbreaking things I've had to write. Not only for you, but for me as well.

As you may have noticed, I have left. I am not coming back for some time. I need to clear my mind, too much has happened these past few days.

((Music by Thao Nguyen Xanh. This piece is only used for private, non-profit purposes. No copyright intended.))

Low Hollin, Fourth Age 72

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Zara sat on the cushioned bench, despondently gazing into the embers of the fire she had nearly let go out. There was a rattling at the door and Ruaidhri came in, stamping the autumn leaves from his boots. Zara looked up, startled. He looked at her, then at the dying fire. 'What lass, no dinner again? And it's almost as cold in here as it is out there!' Zara looked mortified. 'Oh Rua, I'm so sorry! I just lost track of the time!' The dwarf looked at her pale, drawn face. 'Aye, same as the last two weeks!