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"I know everything about you
You know everything about me
Know everything about us"
Wei Wuxian opened his eyes, but the world that welcomed him was uncertain. The wooden ceiling, steeped in centuries of stories and silences, loomed above him like a canvas of forgotten dreams, the darkness of the night still peeking out between the beams. The grain of the wood seemed to tell him something, stories that he could no longer understand, but which he felt in every fiber of his body. For an instant, he wondered if he was still in the dream. If he closed his eyes again, he would find Jiang Yanli's light touch on his forehead, Cangse Sanren's sweet smile, the scent of blue flowers, and the calm step of a donkey along an unknown path. But the atmosphere was different. Too thick, too alive. The pain clung to his muscles with the tenacity of roots buried in dry soil. His throat burned. His breathing was heavy, as if he had dragged himself from a tomb dug deep in the bowels of the world. He was alive. Wei Wuxian understood at that moment. He understood that, ultimately, death had never been the end. The end was to be trapped in a world that had forgotten you. The end was not to be seen, not to be heard, not to be loved. But now, now, in this moment, he was seen.
He couldn't believe that it was really like this, that he was really here again. The beating of his heart, so weak and yet unbearable, made him certain that he was still a prisoner of a body that betrayed him. Yet, the deeper his breathing became, the more his body seemed to ask to wake up. He didn't recognize it, yet it still looked like his. Every movement seemed to come from another world, one that looked at him with strange, question-filled eyes. For a moment, the silence was total, as if the world was holding its breath along with him. Wei Wuxian felt the weight of everything that had not been said, of all the unshed tears, of all the broken promises that he was now trying to remember. He couldn't help but wonder: Why didn't I let myself go? But the answer, as always, did not come. There was no answer for all this.
Then, a breath - light, but distinctive.
A step, then two. A figure approached. Wei Wuxian squinted, and a familiar presence, warm and solid, stood next to him. He didn’t need to look to know. His being was more than a body, more than a voice. His energy permeated the air, the same as he had always known. He was there. Nie Mingjue. He didn't dare move his gaze, not yet. He felt his closeness like a silent flame, burning amidst the fog that still surrounded him. He felt his tension, the fear held behind every movement, as if he had come looking for him among the ruins of himself. Yet, the air separating them felt heavy, like an invisible wall that Wei Wuxian couldn't break through, despite being so close. His mind became chaotic, the thoughts of how he should speak, how he should respond, mixed with the frustration of not knowing how, or even if he could.
Then, finally, Nie Mingjue's hand hesitantly slid towards his. A slow, trembling movement, as if he too was afraid of touching him too hard, of touching him and exploding the illusion that separated them. Wei Wuxian felt Nie Mingjue's skin against his, warm and safe, but the touch was still so delicate, as if the fear of losing him was too great to be contained in a single squeeze. Wei Wuxian, with an effort he felt in every fiber of his body, slowly stretched out his hand towards him. A slow movement, as if time itself was trying to stop, but eventually, their fingertips met, barely touching. Such a light contact, but it spoke of a strength that not even death could break. He wasn't alone.
Him. Them.
Nie Mingjue knelt next to him, slowly, his face pulled into a grimace of fatigue and frustration. His voice, when he spoke, was a broken caress, broken by the intensity of a pain that he could not contain like a flame that burned beneath the ashes. "If you had died, I would have razed the world to bring you back." Nie Mingjue's words tore at his heart, like a blast of cold wind passing through his chest. Wei Wuxian looked at his face, but didn't speak right away. There was nothing he could say. The words had all come too late, and he knew, deep down, that none of them would ever heal the wound that now separated them. Then, in a voice that was more a breath than a word, Wei Wuxian murmured, "I know."
Yet, it was enough. They didn't need anything else. There were no other words to say to each other, to explain how the silence between them was stronger than any oath. There was no longer room for regrets, for losses, for what had not been. What remained was the fact that, despite everything, they were still there, together, in the little corner of a world that didn't ask for excuses. There, in the heart of that silence, Wei Wuxian felt his life pulsating strongly again. And while Nie Mingjue's hand shook his with a determination that knew no equal, Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, letting that heat, that strength, invade him. Maybe there had never been a fate that had the right to separate them. And maybe, they could learn to live.
Nie Mingjue glared at him, his eyes narrowed into slits filled with a hard, sharp anxiety. His eyebrow raised in a gesture that Wei Wuxian knew all too well, an unmistakable sign of impending storm. And like the promise of distant thunder, the silence that preceded her voice was even more terrifying. With a firm motion, Nie Mingjue released Wei Wuxian's hand, as if the mere contact was too lenient, too forgiving for what he was about to say. She crossed her arms over her chest, the sleeves of her dress straining against the tension of her shoulders, every fiber of her being ready to explode. "And tell me, Wei Wuxian," he began, his tone low and sharp, like the blade of an unsheathed sword, "exactly when were you going to stop acting like a reckless fool and start thinking that your life is worth something?" Wei Wuxian blinked, surprised more by anger than by the actual question. He attempted a crooked smile, the kind of smile that perhaps might have calmed a minor storm, but which with Nie Mingjue crashed against an impregnable wall. “Hey, A-jue, it's not that—”
“Don't you dare.” Nie Mingjue's voice fell like a sharp blow, breaking the air between them. His gaze was hard as carved stone, his breathing tense, his fingers pressed against his biceps in a clear effort not to grab Wei Wuxian by the shoulders and shake him until some sense entered his stubborn little head. "You—you really don't understand, do you? After all that's happened, you still think you can throw your life away as if it were nothing? As if the people who love you have no right to want you here, alive?" Wei Wuxian licked his suddenly dry lips. Something pressed against his chest, something he didn't want to recognize, something that felt too much like guilt. "It's not so simple—"
“Oh, spare me,” Nie Mingjue blurted out, Nie Mingjue leaned forward, his chest almost touching Wei Wuxian's face, as if he wanted to crush him under the weight of his anger, his dismay, his barely restrained pain. His breathing was ragged, deep, every word filled with a tension that threatened to explode into a storm. "You escaped from our chambers in Nie. You ran towards the blade without a second thought, as if your life were worth nothing."
His voice cracked slightly, an imperceptible detail that Wei Wuxian only noticed because he knew him too well. “You blocked Jin Guangyao's blow, prevented him from taking me…” Nie Mingjue paused, his gaze burning like hot coal. "And now I'm supposed to thank you? I'm supposed to accept the fact that you put your life before mine as if it were expendable? As if you were...disposable?"
Wei Wuxian felt his throat tighten, but before he could respond, Nie Mingjue clenched his fists, the veins on his hands showing from how hard he held back his fury. "You were unconscious for an entire day, Wei Wuxian." His voice lowered, a low, deep growl, too emotionally charged to tame. "You no longer have your golden core. You can no longer heal quickly. Yet, still, you act as if your body is a weapon to be thrown into battle without a second thought." An uncomfortable silence fell between them, but only for a moment. Because then, with a furious gesture, Nie Mingjue ran a hand through his hair, his eyes burning with an anger he could no longer contain. "I had to wake up with your body on me, Wei Wuxian."
Wei Wuxian gasped. "I opened my eyes and there you were, unresponsive, your dead weight against my chest. For a moment I thought that—" Nie Mingjue bit his tongue, biting off the sentence before it could escape him. He didn't want to say it. He didn't want to admit that that fear could come true. But Wei Wuxian heard it anyway. "And all this just because that bastard mouse wanted to make an attempt on my life!" Nie Mingjue's voice thundered through the room, breaking into an unstoppable fury, no longer filtered. Wei Wuxian's eyes opened wide again. "It took at least thirty disciples to stop Jiang Cheng and me, Wei Wuxian!" Nie Mingjue continued, taking a step back, as if the space between them could calm the hurricane inside him. "Even to stop Lan Qiren! We would have killed Jin Guangyao on the spot, we would have torn him to pieces, right then and there, and I wouldn't have cared about the consequences!" His voice trembled, broken from too much holding, too much feeling.
"You—you really don't understand, do you?" Wei Wuxian swallowed. "You don't understand how easy it is to lose you. How simple it is, in a single instant, to see you vanish and not be able to do anything." Nie Mingjue's tone lowered again, the anger still there, but wrapped in something else, something more dangerous, something more fragile. “Don’t make us bury you, Wei Wuxian.” The world appeared to stop.
Nie Mingjue looked him straight in the eyes, and for the first time, Wei Wuxian saw something he had never dared to imagine in that face carved from stone. Nie Mingjue looked at him with eyes that no longer knew anger. The tears no longer fell like sporadic drops, but like a river that, finally, is freed from the weight of a thousand seasons in which it had had to contain its course. Every tear that rolled down his face was a crack that opened in a rock that had resisted too long, a wall that slowly collapsed, with nothing left to defend. The anger that had fueled his heart for so long was now dissolving in the salt water he could no longer stop. "Don't make me do this."
His voice was broken, like a string stretched too long and now that it had finally given way, all the sound that came out was a moan. The incredible strength he had maintained up to that moment was gone, like a tree that can no longer resist the storm and drops its leaves one by one. Wei Wuxian felt the world around him suddenly become smaller, as if the very air had disappeared, as if everything was focusing on him, as if Nie Mingjue's every word was a hand squeezing his chest.
"Don't make me take you away, hold your body in my arms while it cools..."Nie Mingjue's words weren't just sounds. They were the weight of an entire world that was about to shatter, the push of a love that made its way through the ruins. Wei Wuxian felt as if he had sunk, swallowed up by a tide that he couldn't understand, that was overtaking him, that was overwhelming him without mercy. There, deep in that ocean of emotions, Wei Wuxian began to understand. To understand that the desperation he had seen in Nie Mingjue's face was not just the fear of losing him, but something deeper, something that had its roots in the very bowels of his soul.
“You didn't respond when I screamed your name…” Each word felt like an electric shock vibrating through Wei Wuxian's heart, as if he felt his skin burning as the words hit him. Once, too long ago, he had thought that his heart was now capable of withstanding any pain, but now he knew that it was shattering, like crystal under the weight of a mountain. “I thought it was over.”
Nie Mingjue's voice trembled, yet those words seemed to want to tear a piece of living flesh from him. Wei Wuxian felt suffocated by the pressure, a flower that is torn from its land, that feels the air becoming thinner, that loses the energy to resist.
"And I thought that you would no longer be there... that you would no longer be at my side" That sentence was like a gust of cold wind that passed through his body, paralyzing him, pushing him backwards. A moment before, everything seemed so distant, so unreal. But now, with that revelation, everything became excessively clear, as if a fog had dissolved, leaving the landscape bare, raw, with no possibility of escape. "You are a thorn in the side, a walking disaster, an unbearable hothead..." It was an admission, confessions of a reality that neither of them had ever wanted to see, but which was now there, in front of them. Wei Wuxian felt like a boat without a course, sailing in murky waters, not knowing where he is going, but feeling every wave that shakes him, every vortex that threatens to swallow him.
“Yet I can't imagine a world without you.” The truth rang too loud, too clear. And Wei Wuxian knew it, he knew it deep down in his heart, in that part of him that he had always kept hidden. It wasn't just anger that united them. It was the need for another, the need for that presence to remain nearby, like a light that could not fade. “Don’t make me do this, Wei Wuxian.” Nie Mingjue's hands tightened on his wrists, as if trying to keep him there, as if he was afraid that he might vanish at any moment, dissolve like a fog in the morning, leaving no trace. "Don't make me cry on a grave with your name on it."
Nie Mingjue rested his face on Wei Wuxian's chest. The tears slipped on the clothes, like pearls on a glass surface, sliding without the strength to stop. His breathing was ragged, heavy, as if he were trying to free himself from a burden he'd carried for too long. Wei Wuxian, still motionless, felt the heat of Nie Mingjue's body against his, but did not open his mouth. Not because he had no words, but because in that moment, silence seemed like the only language that could express the depth of what they were both experiencing. Nie Mingjue's pain was tangible, but so was the love that was hidden behind his words, like a melody that had never stopped, but was now finally able to come out.
There, in that quiet, Nie Mingjue began to speak, his voice cracked and shaking. "I took you with me for a reason, A-Xian... A reason I never wanted to see. I took you under my wing because I couldn't understand what drove you, because I needed to understand. When I saw you tied up, like a beast, in that dark corner of that room, my heart stopped... And I saw how your body, which I would have liked to protect, had become just a commodity to be exchanged, to be discarded as if you were nothing." His hands were shaking, but they didn't leave Wei Wuxian. He clung to him as if he were the lifeline that would prevent him from being lost forever.
"I saw you decide to sacrifice yourself for the Wen, to risk everything for them, for that people that others would have destroyed without thinking. I saw the fire in your eyes, that determination that pushed me not to let you go, not even when the Jin wanted your death. I wanted to understand you... Why?" Nie Mingjue’s voice grew fainter, almost as if the words themselves were slipping away from him, like sand through his fingers. "Why did you choose the demonic path, Wei Wuxian? Why were you willing to walk into an abyss to protect others?"
Tears were still sliding down his face, but they wouldn't stop coming. Somehow, the pain that coursed through him seemed to free him, making him vulnerable in a way he had never dared to be. "I... I am a man who has always believed in right and wrong. But when I saw you, I also saw my hypocrisy. I called you a hypocrite, and yet, I myself could not understand what was truly right. And you... you were my lesson, Wei Wuxian." Wei Wuxian could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Nie Mingjue's every word shot through him like an arrow, a wound that opened and didn't seem to want to heal. Every breath Nie Mingjue took, every single word he spoke, seemed to tear away a piece of his armor, bringing out his hidden truth, his pain. "I don't know if I can ever forgive myself, A-Xian, for thinking I was wrong. I wanted to protect you, but the way I made you feel... I don't know... And now, with all the things that have happened, there's no way to fix what's broken... but, A-Xian, I knew, I knew that there was a part of you that was just trying to do the right thing. Yet I always saw you as a little boy... so stubborn, so convinced that the world had nuances too."
Nie Mingjue, his face still resting on Wei Wuxian's chest, slowly calmed down, his breathing deeper now, as if he had decided to let the pain dissolve in that moment. His hands trembled, but Wei Wuxian's warm caress gave him the strength to continue. Memories came out like waves, one after another, every detail coming to life under the delicate touch of her beloved. "It was that night," Nie Mingjue began, his voice still broken but firm, "that night under the tree in the sect's courtyard. You, sitting there, looking up at the sky as if searching for something you couldn't find, while I watched you from afar. And then, as I got closer... I saw you for who you truly are, Wei Wuxian. Your vulnerability, your loneliness... Everything you tried to hide behind that smile. I never thought I'd love someone like that... and yet, that moment changed me."
Wei Wuxian listened to him in silence, Nie Mingjue's every word seemed to be engraved in his heart as if they were entering a hidden corner he had always feared to explore. But now he felt there was no more fear, only understanding. He bent down slightly and stroked Nie Mingjue's head, letting his love speak instead of words. "That night," Nie Mingjue continued, his tone lower now, as if he were talking to himself, "that's when I realized, in that conversation we had... you, with your heart on your sleeve, talking about everything you'd lost... And then you fell asleep on my chest. And I... that's when I understood."
His voice wavered again, but it didn't stop the flow of words. "I realized that every part of me, every action I had taken, every protection I had given you... it wasn't just for your safety. It was for you, Wei Wuxian. I wanted you... I wanted you for myself. And I... I couldn't deny it."
Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, feeling every word like a caress, as if every beat of Nie Mingjue's heart was now his own heartbeat. There was no more fear or regret in that moment, just a truth that made space between them, enveloping everything like a blanket of mutual understanding. "Then," Nie Mingjue said, with a deep sigh, "a year later, when I was summoned by the Jin to Koi Tower... I saw that proposal from Jin Guangshang. There, you... you were so far away, so caught between what you wanted and what you thought was right. And I, Wei Wuxian, I realized that I could no longer let someone have you as a commodity, as something to 'fix'."
His breathing grew heavier, but he didn’t stop talking. "I didn't want you to end up with someone else... So I stepped forward... I had tried to hide what I felt, I had tried to deny it, but... loving you, Wei Wuxian, was natural. Like breathing, like living. There was nothing I could do to stop it." Wei Wuxian could no longer hold back the tears, which slipped from his closed eyes. Nie Mingjue's words were like a melody of unspoken confessions, of unspoken feelings that had now finally found their way out. His hand continued to caress his head, gently, as if he wanted to take him to a safe place, where nothing would separate them.
"I never understood," Wei Wuxian said, his voice broken but warm, "why you wanted me, why you were willing to risk everything. I didn't understand it then, and maybe I don't understand it now… but you chose me. You chose me when I should have been the furthest thing from you." Nie Mingjue looked at him, his face still stained with tears, but his heart finally at peace. "Because, A-Xian," he said, his voice firm but full of a love he was no longer afraid to declare, "because I never saw you as a threat, as a demon. I saw you as a person who needed to be loved, protected... and that's what I did. I loved you for who you are, not for what others wanted you to be. And I always will."
Wei Wuxian, his eyes still full of tears, adjusted himself better "I apologize..." Wei Wuxian's voice trembled, almost unable to find the right words. "I apologize for not understanding, for not seeing everything you did for me, everything you sacrificed. I apologize for trying to hide how I felt, as if I could distance myself from you. I apologize for the times I made you suffer... and for all the times I made you doubt."
His tone was soft, but full of regret. He didn't make excuses, he didn't want his words to seem like an attempt to escape from the truth he was now facing. "You protected me, you gave me a home, you loved me when I thought I didn't deserve anything... and I pushed you away, I pushed you away, as if my pain was greater than yours. I had no idea how much you were suffering, how much you had loved me, how much you were sacrificing for me."
He stopped, his eyes lowered, and his words paused for a moment, as if he were trying to find a part of himself that he had forgotten along the way. Then, with a deep sigh, he continued, "I have not been the companion you deserve, Nie Mingjue. I made some bad choices, I said some things I should never have said. And I apologize... I apologize for every time I hurt you, even when you didn't deserve it." He felt the warmth of her presence, yet inside himself there was a turmoil that he couldn't calm down. His voice became weaker, as if he were confessing something intimate that he had always kept hidden. "I never wanted to hurt you, I never wanted to hurt you. But I lost myself... I lost myself inside myself, in my fears, in my doubts. And I pushed you away for fear of not being enough, for fear of not deserving your love. But I can't live with this burden anymore, I can't hide behind my insecurities anymore... I apologize... because I made you feel like you weren't enough, like you weren't important to me. But you are everything, Mingjue. You are everything to me."
For a moment, the whole world seemed to stop, enveloped in a bubble of silence. Their heartbeats mingled, pulsing as one. Wei Wuxian, with his eyes still full of tears, lost himself in Nie Mingjue's face, now furrowed by sadness, but with that childish grimace peeking through his mask of hardness. In that moment, all there was, all that mattered, were the emotions that had flowed through both of them like a raging river, which now seemed to be at a fragile stillness.
Nie Mingjue, gently moving from Wei Wuxian's chest, stood up and looked at himself in the mirror of his own heart. The tears that ran down his face didn't seem to want to stop, yet there was that indomitable expression of his that would never completely bend. He advanced, looking back at Wei Wuxian with a pout that seemed more like the reflection of a lost child than a display of anger. "You're still an idiot, Wei Ying," he muttered, and his tone was a mixture of tenderness and frustration, a reproach mixed with the sweetness of someone who could no longer hide their humanity.
Wei Wuxian couldn't hold back a laugh, a fragile laugh, that came out like a small flower blooming after a long, cold night. His mouth opened, but behind his words there was a whole world of unexpressed emotions, a relief that was slowly melting the cold barriers that separated him from Nie Mingjue. "Guilty," he said, his voice lighter now, "but can this idiot get a kiss?" The atmosphere suddenly grew lighter, as if the rain had finally given way to an evening breeze. Wei Wuxian smiled with that impudent enamel of his, his eyes shining with a light that he had never dared to reveal before, the fear that dissolved in the small gestures, in the small words that finally found their place. Nie Mingjue looked at him, and for a moment, the whole world seemed suspended, as if the shadows of suffering and fear had finally disappeared, leaving room for something purer, more true. An air of vulnerability and strength mingled between them, and in that gaze were years of battles, of silences, of unspoken words.
Nie Mingjue held Wei Wuxian as if he wanted to imprint him into his skin, as if he feared losing him in his next breath. But it was no longer a hug of fear. It was the release of tension that had been going on for too long. And, similarly, Wei Wuxian responded, gripping the back of Nie Mingjue's neck with a strength that was more than simple desire. It was the strength of his soul, of his resistance, of his acceptance. "I will always find you", their bodies seemed to say to each other in that endless contact.
The kiss became deeper, more intimate, and the reality around them disappeared. There were no more wars, there were no more separations, nothing existed anymore, except that total fusion of bodies, of emotions, of souls that finally found themselves in their place. For a moment, time itself stood still, letting that feeling of fullness envelop them, like a warm blanket on the coldest nights. There was nothing more to add, just one powerful truth: they were made for each other. And in that kiss, all the past pain dissolved, all the future was built, and every scar became proof that they had fought to get there. It was as if the whole world had disappeared in that moment. There was no longer any past or future, only the present. There was no more pain, no fear, just the need to be together, to finally understand that everything they had been through had not been in vain. That the love they had denied themselves, the one they had avoided for too long, was now all that mattered.
When they separated, Wei Wuxian's breathing was labored, but his gaze was clearer than ever. There was nothing left he had to say. Her heart, which had beaten for years in the darkness, was now at peace, in that peace that only the purest love, the one that asks for nothing, can give. “I will love you until the stars stop shining, until the moon stops looking down on us.” he whispered, his words still wrapped in the heat of that moment. Nie Mingjue smiled, a smile he had never had before. "And I will love you, until my last breath, Wei Wuxian." And in that kiss, in that promise, everything was consumed. The struggle, the suffering, the fear. Everything dissolved into a fusion of bodies and hearts, as if they were finally ready to live for real. Beneath the dawn that was about to rise, in the silence that followed the chaos, there was only love. And nothing, nothing, could have ever separated him from that moment.
It was the end of a long journey, the achievement of a harmony that they had never thought possible, but which now, in that sweet stillness, seemed so natural. There was no need for words anymore. There was only the certainty of a love that did not fear the dawn, but was waiting for it, to start again, to never stop living. The door to the room suddenly opened with a creak that echoed in the silent atmosphere preceding the change. The screams and laughter that followed were the fruit of life that was taking its course again, a life that moved in contrast with the silence that enveloped the hearts of those who were still suspended in the past, in a love that had never been able to be fulfilled.
Meanwhile, the figure of the bride dressed in red, the legend that had inhabited the darkness of minds and stories passed down, was no longer watching. She had distanced herself from the scene, as if she had made a decision that no longer belonged to her ghostly nature. She was leaning against the edge of the window, her figure graceful but sad, like a dream fading in the light of day. The sun gently touched her, crossing the pale skin of her ethereal figure. The red veil that had once shrouded her had fallen away, leaving her hair loose, swaying gently as if moved by the wind, but there was no wind. Only a timeless lightness. Her eyes, once black as night, now shone with the color of the forest she had known from afar, and the tears that fell down her face never seemed to touch her, as if the pain was now too old to make them dance on her skin.
A sad smile touched her lips, but it was not a smile of joy, rather a sadness that spoke of sacrifices and hopes never realized. Her presence, once so threatening, now seemed almost pitiful. Those two young people who had just experienced their most intense moment had shaken her soul in an unexpected way. She couldn't say exactly why, but a part of her, the one that remained tied to the earth and her memories, had felt the need to follow them. She had felt the call of their emotions, the beating of their hearts that, somehow, echoed in her spirit. Jin Guangyao's words, those words that had awakened her from her eternal sleep, still resonated in her mind. "You are the legend, the ghost that haunts the hearts of lovers. You cannot let them love each other freely." Those words, more than anything, had chained her to her vengeful existence, but now she couldn't understand why she had followed them.
That legend was no longer hers. She had been killed by the hand of a Jin, her lover, for a mistake that not even her spirit would ever be able to understand. He, her love, who had lain in the woods for a long time, in the land that had seen them reunite and separate. Him, he was flesh and blood, but now she couldn't touch him. And she, the bride dressed in red, was now air, a legend melting into eternity, unable to remain tied to a past that no longer belonged to her.
Yet now that he had observed them, those two young men who had found themselves in the heart of a storm and had walked through it together, there was something different. She couldn't explain why, but looking at them, there was a part of her that wondered if she too had ever had a chance to be loved like this, to be understood, to be truly seen. Her existence, marked by loneliness and revenge, now seemed to vanish into nothingness, like fog that dissolves with the first ray of sunshine. And so, while the voices of those who still walked the earth celebrated love, the bride dressed in red remained there, looking out the window, watching the light that finally crossed her, while her eyes got lost in the distant woods. "Maybe... maybe I deserve to be free too," she whispered into the wind, and her sad smile broke into a promise that no one would ever hear, but that she carried in her heart, now finally at peace.
But there was still an answer in the air, but the bride knew where to look for an answer... maybe then she could seek peace and walk on another green meadow