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Chapter 46 – The Unspoken News
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Love's Healing Touch Chapter 84 – “The Language of Silence”
The sun had risen early, and golden stripes stabbed through the hills, piercing through Elara's cottage windows' curved panes and gently falling on the wooden floorboards. The birds outside sang, their singing far away but continuous, a background to a dream not yet fully awakened. Elara stood at the stove, moving the bubbling porridge with one hand and grasping tightly in the other a small clump of wild chamomile she'd picked before dawn. She hesitated, looking down the passage at Adrian, who was still standing there. It was days since the fever had at last subsided, and his skin was now once again its usual color—but the darkness in his eyes did not hold.He had remained characteristically quiet since the village square stop, withdrawn even from his stoic withdrawal. While his physical form healed, Elara realized that something deeper—something more exquisite—was still off-kilter.By the time Adrian finally arrived, his footsteps were quiet. He said nothing, just sat beside the wind
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 83 — The Touch of Belonging
The winter snow drifted unseen across the village, wisps of mist curving in the darkness of morning. Elara stood outside her cottage, muffled in a woolen shawl that was knotted about her shoulders, looking out to the horizon, frost-laden. The scent of pine and smoky loam arrived on the breeze, and winter's silence settled on the land, in silence.Adrian, healthier than he had been in months, trailed behind her. The scarf she had knit for him was wrapped securely around his neck. His paleness was now its usual color, his flesh healthy and sturdy once more, bearing only whispers of the scars there previously—a reminder of what he'd endured.The scars were no longer imperfections to Elara, however. To her, they were marks of survival. Of faith. Of love.He looked over at her, then out into the forest. "You're up early," he murmured, his breath gentle on the air.Elara nodded. "I couldn't sleep. There's something in the snow that always stays awake with me. As if the world were holding it
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 82: The Promise of Morning
The sky was still dark with the last whisper of night when Elara came to. The hearth fire had reduced to a heap of warm embers, sending an orange golden light along the wooden walls of the cottage. She was resting in Adrian's arms, his deep steady breathing against hers. There was peace in him now—something other than the riled, protective man that had greeted her when he appeared in her world.Elara had shifted slightly to one side, enough to glimpse his sleeping profile. His face had relaxed with time, not merely with the physical mending that her love and care had wrought, but in spirit, as well. The ruggedness that had so long haunted behind his eyes had been reduced to ashes into something more vulnerable—something more open.She brushed her fingertips softly against the curve of his jaw. Adrian stirred in his sleep and drew closer, his arms contracting around her in a possessive hold. A smile crept onto her lips.But this peace, this moment, had not been discovered. It had been
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 81 — A Whisper of Tomorrow
The autumn air grew cold and bitter late that autumn, clinging to the edges of the cottage where Adrian and Elara wrapped themselves in a woollen shawl of warmth. Leaves blew outside, whirling from the bare trunks of trees to the ground like nature's goodbye before winter arrived. Adrian's weathered hand rested against hers, his fingers following the curve of her knuckles as they soaked in a silent by the fire.Elara shifted infinitesimally to peer at his profile. The shadows no longer clung to his face as once they had. The outlines of his features, twisted by illness and loss, had softened with the happening of time—not alone physiologically, but psychologically as well. His face, which had been given over to the ruin wrought by the virus, was now almost as good as ever. The variations had been delicate but authentic, flowers opening up to the heat of the golden sun.Do you miss the city?" she asked, not wanting to break the quiet but unable to hold back.Adrian did not answer right
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 80 – Beneath the Same Sky
Early morning air was sharp, full of the scent of damp leaves as Elara emerged from the cottage enveloped by a shawl over her shoulders. The forest just over the flat open expanse of coarse rock glowed in the early morning light, every leaf heaped with dew. A bird far away sang to its mate. Peace enveloped the village like a cradle song, and for once, silence was not empty.Elara inhaled it, eyes closed. All those endless nights of sleeplessness and soft complaints, and something within her was finally calming. Adrian was healing. Gradually, but irreversibly. The rose flush returned to his cheeks, and he no longer averted his face in shame when he met her eyes. He even smiled—real, if infrequent—when she teased him over his morning bedhead or unfinished books.And even though he hadn't uttered them himself, Elara knew. He was starting to think that he should be loved.She moved around to the rear of the cottage where she'd hung the herbs on wooden racks to dry and froze at the sound o
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 79 – “The Warmth Between the Storms”
Morning dawned wrapped in a thick fog bank that hid the village limits and brought the trees beyond Elara's hut down to somber shadows. Crackling fire spat in the hearth as Elara remained tension-strung in the kitchen, stirring tea with trained hands. Her gaze darted to the closed-up guest room door—Adrian's door now—and she exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.He hadn't slept the previous night. She'd heard his tossing back and forth, the creak of the bed as he rolled over, and the soft mumbling of dreams or perhaps memories. It beckoned to her, his silence of sorrow. Though it received little comment, Elara recognized that bits and pieces of his history remained close to him.She placed two cups on a tray and approached his room, rapping softly. "Adrian?"A beat passed before he'd opened the door, hair looking like it hadn't been washed in days, eyes sleepy-drugged. But the unbending of them as he saw her sent a flutter through her chest."I brought tea," she smi
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