The bell-like flower fell with the hollow ringing of love that no longer blossomed.
In the same sense that she had never been so tired in her life, she had never felt more alive. Their days were both long, filled with too much work, for them to actually have time for each other.
So they stole the time that they didn't have. Someone might have called them mad if anyone would have known, but there was no one to do so, so they lived as if time would never catch up to them.
They made a point in never going to bed with a heavy chest or an unresolved thought. They ould talk until they were incapable of flexing the muscles in their jaw, and it was to no bother.
She was intoxicating, and the pure joy was worth every nod at work.
She had been away all night helping her boss with paperwork that was none of her concern, but then who was she to say no?
The sun had started to climb over the horizon with golden beams, and the sky was timidly lit. When she had opened up the door, she expected to hear snores alongside the early birds.
Instead, she was enveloped in a warm hug.
'Love, where have you been?' she asked with concern into her hair.
She relaxed into the embrace, 'I had to take care of some paperwork.'
'Oh honey, that is not your job now, is it?' Of course, it was not.
She did not have any rights to deal with any of the legal paperwork, but she was asked to, was she not? She had no say in what she was to do.
Then one of her hands were removed, and a flower was put into her field of vision. On the stem hung five flowers like bells. She recognized it without trouble.
For weeks she had told her about flowers, their names, their meanings, and how they looked. Though she had not talked about any flower more than this one. It was subtle, the way she did it.
Only naming it casually or leaving her book open on the page for 'Gladiolus'.
It meant faith and honour. She was so beautiful and if anyone should be honoured it should be her.
She showed her how to live and if that way of living caused her head and heart to tear apart so be it.
She had never in her life felt happier and there was nothing she could have accomplished alone. She would have never realized nor had the courage to act on it.
There was faith too. Faith in the two of them and that they one day would be able to be free. That she made sure to tell her every night.
Her fingers would sweep over her hair and she would talk about the future. How they one day would be walking down the streets hand in hand without concern and they would see others like them.
'You are brave,' she had told her then because she was. She was the bravest person she had ever met. There was nothing that crept upon her mind or monsters under her bed.
She was simply living on no one but her behalf.
'That you are too my Love,' She told her with honesty in her eyes. Though her heart believed her every word she could do nothing but shake her head.
'Do you not trust me?' She asked with a frown, 'Darling, you are no different than I am you only have to come to mind with that,'