Tempus fugit, amor manet. She thought he will come back to live an eternal life by her side. But the spell... She did everything right, as she had been taught. She woke up as the sun blinked for the first time. She slipped on her dress - the same one she wore the day they met. And then she danced - she danced her pain, her hope, her love out. She danced because him coming into aliveness depended on it. The candlelight, just like her, was trembling in the damp, dark cellar giving off a weak glow. She was grateful for any warmth nonetheless. She meticulously arranged rose petal after rose petal on the table clad in black satin. She whispered the incantation over and over; her chapped lips desperately pushed the words out as the tall candles grew smaller by the minute. As the silence grew unbearably heavy. Tempus fugit, amor manet. Time flees, love stays. Not this time. The spell has lost its pull. [ 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ] This is a digital PDF that you can download after joining my Ko-Fi 🩸Membership Tier I - Pomme de Sang [ 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 ] 14 stitch/in 41x54 Stitches (7.4 x 9.8 cm) (2.9 x 3.9 in.) 16 stitch/in 41x54 Stitches (6.5 x 8.6 cm) (2.6 x 3.4 in.) 18 stitch/in 41x54 Stitches (5.8 x 7.6 cm) (2.3 x 3.0 in.) ----------- Please note that as this is a digital item, no refunds will be made after purchase. Terms and Conditions & copyright info: crossstitchvienna.at/terms-conditions