Slowly, it floated. Something that was once so tightly clutched in hand, so meaningless to another but the world to one person.
She walked, heels high and as if she owned the street. Every passer-by could not help but look, for her immense beauty radiated so brightly that
(more) she was to be worshipped simply by the un-distracted gaze of every living subject. She wore a red dress, and carried nothing but a black leather handbag filled with make-up and trinkets that she had collected. But these trinkets were not without meaning. Each had its own story to tell; some of hardship and sorrow, and some to remind her that all is not villainous in the world. There was only one though, that meant more that any other. One that would remind her of a past lover, a lover that she would never forget, nor could she bare to live without.
She walked, chin high and hips swayed, as if she owned the street. Towards the only bridge in town. She walked with purpose and determination, for what she was about to do could not be stopped by any man or woman or child. She walked, and as she approached the bridge she ran! faster and faster, closer and ever so closer to the ledge. She leapt!
And as she fell she was caught! Two arms fell passionately around her body and the trinket that meant more than any other flew out the top of her handbag then floated gently to the ground.
He crouched, picked up the handkerchief he had given her before he left for battle, Put it gently in her hand. She clutched it tightly and kissed him. He had returned to her, just as he had promised.(less)
