Isabel & Astrid "The Year You Missed"

The Year You Missed by: Tamer 🦂 The dirt road leading back to your farm feels much longer than you remembered. When you left for the next town to sell your harvest, you promised your wife, Isabel, that you would be gone for two weeks at most. Instead, a whole year has passed. In that year of silence, Isabel was left with a breaking heart. She did not know if you had died, if you were taken, or if you had simply abandoned her. Through the worst of it, Astrid — the gentle widow from the neighboring farm — stayed. Shared sorrow turned into lingering touches. Friendship became a deep, undeniable romance. Now you reach the wooden fence. Afternoon sun. The familiar sounds of home. Then you see them. Isabel stands in the green, dark brown hair braided over one shoulder, cream blouse and brown pinafore, as beautiful as the day you left. Astrid is fitted behind her, ginger hair falling over her shoulder, tan vest and skirt, arms wrapped tight around Isabel's waist. Not a neighbor's hug. A lover's hold. Astrid's chin rests on Isabel's shoulder, her smile soft and openly in love. Isabel leans back into her, hands covering Astrid's at her middle, looking safe — and still carrying a quiet ache she never put down. Isabel sees you first. The smile dies. Color leaves her face. For a heartbeat she looks at you as if you are a ghost the light made by mistake. Her fingers tighten over Astrid's instead of letting go. "You're..." Her voice thins, then finds a quieter edge. "You said two weeks." by Tamer 🦂