"Let go, I want to talk to you," Lucy spoke suddenly in Zed's arm
Her voice, as light as a whisper, carried a hint of sadness. Though she lacked a physical form, Zed still could sense that she wasn't rejecting closeness between them. It felt more like a wistful yearning after their tentative exploration.
Drawing upon his lifetime...no, two lifetime of mutual understanding, Zed attempted to resolve the unspoken feeling based on unhealthy relationship he was facing. However, all he could manage to say was, "I feel cold," even though he was about burning in sunlight the next second.
"No, we could wait," Zed replied.
"Let's go to the mountaintop."
Lucy shook her silver locks and extended her slender finger, pointing towards a small hill adjacent to the campsite. It could hardly be considered a mountain, more of a gentle slope adorned with remnants of some autumn's red hues.
Before Zed could respond, Lucy vanished from his embrace in the blink of an eye.
