Recovery
The road widely taken
And the slowest route.
Yevon sits beside us
Tending to our wounds
Leviathan trains in the woods.
It's been a week
Still, our head is injured
Broken bones discovered.
Our love picks a purple crystal-flower from our hair
He places it in a box.
It reads 'Tsuriko's Gems'
He smiles.
'Beautiful, but not as lovely as my hime.'
Our white half blushes
As the left sneaks a smile.
We want to not burden Yevon
Let him train
To train ourselves.
He points outside to the woods
And tells me that Leviathan is training with a shadow clone.
We smirk
Looking at the cast on our leg
Maybe it isn't so bad after all
At least we are with Yevon
That is enough for us.
Our love leaves the room for a minute
Coming back in with a wheelchair
He lifts us in
To take us on a walk in the sun.
To make us smile.
To warm our leaves.
The breeze
Phenomenal
The smells
Delectable.
It is our little piece of heaven.
Our paradise.
Flowers dot the edge of our beaten path.
Soon, stars map the sky
Blanketing it with sparkling diamonds.
We do not want the walk to end
We long for one last mile.
Yevon says we must return
He hands us a rose
Then we are on our way
At the door we smile.
'You are my love, my rose."
He kisses us under the stars.