Aimless steps carried Kuzgun to her childhood, to the place she has been avoiding to visit since she has back to Bree, to the last low wall at the edge of Combe.
“Our wall” she whispered softly as she was getting closer. Her fingers touched the stones with an acquaintance feeling. Her hearth ached with a deep longing as she turn her gazes over the path expecting to see his face… his smile once again.. Wondered how he looks like now.
“He must have become a young man” mumbled herself. A sudden impulse snapped her attention back to the present and remembered their secret hideout. Easily find and pulled the stone in a meaningless hurry. Her fingers searched the little hole without knowing what to find… what to expect…
And her gift flow through her fingers like a silver stream under the bright lights of the night. The elegant silver necklace twinkled like stars. “Is it right if I take you with me?” she asked the shinny jewel.
“Maybe you belong to someone else…” her voice faded with the thought and heart refused to accept the possibility of him sharing their secret with someone else. “Still…” for the first time she realized the truth. “What do you expect?” she asked “What do you expect when you left? He must have walked on his own path, maybe he had a family..” She smiled bitterly with the image of him hugging his children. “Lucky little ones…” she whispered into the darkness. Although her heart ached with longing to see him once again, although she filled with curiosity, made her way back to Bree…
