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Standing tall and still, they almost seem to arrange themselves for their convenience. Oak, mahogany, maple and pine. Among them lovers hide at night. No one there to witness their affections but the trees and the loving moon lighting up their faces.
The wind plays with their hair the same way it plays with the leaves and tall grass, although not as sweet and gently as her fingers play with the folds on the fabric of his clothes. In his arms, she feels free and young again. She feels twenty four. She feels alive. Not a day has passed since their romance began.
They sit by the river as they stare into each other’s eyes. Their own reflection, the object of their affection, staring right back. She tries to ignore how much these resemble his husband’s eyes and focus instead on the hand resting on her lower back.
Please, no one tell the owner of the general store where his wife ran off tonight. Let him stay soundly asleep. Let the morning come and the sun rays hit his face when her time is up and she’s back home, making breakfast for her family, as she lets her own mind wander back to her lover’s strong hands.
Tonight the moonlight makes his hair shine so bright. He thinks the exact same thing about the woman by his side. He holds her closer, as close as he can, as if this could prevent her from leaving the forest once more. He holds onto her like one would hold onto something they would never get to see again. Time goes on too fast every night they spend together. It’s unfair. Almost as unfair as their union itself.
They are unsure about the nature of these feelings, but it’s not like any of that matters anyway. At least for the time being, they belong to each other. She has Magnus. He has Caroline. Let this kiss be a sign of their passion, and let the woods be the one and only witness to their sweet affair.