( Inside Dante's head… )
The world around him was dipped in gold.
Leaves swirled in the crisp air…amber, russet, and burnished copper…carried by the lazy breath of the wind that rolled through the vast autumn field.The world when Dante still had his innocence… still had his will to live… dream of a future, that is.
Dante's boots crushed the fallen leaves beneath him as he ran. The sound was so soft and rhythmic, mingling with the light, musical laughter that danced ahead of him.
Amara's laughter.
It wrapped around him, delicate as silk and bright as the sunlight.
"Too slow, dear future husband !" she teased over her shoulder. Her hair was a spill of orange blonde fire, catching the dying rays of the evening sky. It shimmered like molten gold every time she turned her head.
