location: bellinzona; orchards near castelgrande | april 15 featuring: @gaelicstatues
the sun was unusually warm on euphemia’s face as she sat on a blanket in one of the cherry orchards; the breeze was also calm and if this had been only a month beforehand the woman knew she would be very pleased indeed. but david’s death had drawn a shadow over euphemia, dark as the black dress she wore, and it was only her love for patrick that had pulled her from her mourning and out into the fresh air.
though there was to be a wedding the next day -- one that euphemia knew she’d be required to attend -- she had done little to prepare for it. she supposed she ought to worry about such a thing, but there was so little energy with which to do so. her eyes were heavy with sadness, the loss affecting her more than she’d thought possible, and it was only upon looking at patrick’s profile that her lips so much as twitched. “you were right. it is good to be out of doors, if only for a short while. i can almost...forget.”
