The day arrived for Darcy to leave with her father, and as she packed, she could see Ephraim observing her with worry. Closing the chest, she turned to him. "I will be alright." She assured him.
He tilted his head and asked, "Shall I come with you?"
She smiled and said, "You can't, Ephraim. That will be dangerous."
He sighed but nodded. Darcy walked over to him, where he half sat on the dresser. As she neared, Ephraim's arms, strong and comforting, gathered her close, pulling her into a kiss that promised sweet memories to tide her over in his absence. She yearned for his presence already, his touch, his scent, and his radiant smile, all imprinted deeply in her heart.
"I'll miss you," she whispered as their lips parted.
"And I you," he murmured back.
"Look for me at the party," she promised, her voice laced with anticipation.
Ephraim nodded with a soft smile.
