The spilled water seeped into the circle that she had traced into the ground, wetting the hem of her dress. Slowly it crept to her feet, a smile of the Goddess.
As he took her hand and gave the rose, she simply let go of the small cauldron that she held, and let the water spill to the ground. She let herself be swept into his embrace, and on this night of Witch's Moon, for the first time in years, she wasn't alone.
Silence. There was nothing more that could be said, for nothing else really mattered as she was enveloped in his arms.
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