Tahn's Tales

The sky was beautiful as he watched the sun set over the hills and trees in the distance. A gentle breeze blew by him, and the crickets and frogs had started their nightly songs. It was almost enough to drown out the sounds of soil being dropped one shovel at a time over her grave. Almost, but not quite.

He glanced down at the gold band around his finger, the bright colors of the sky glinting off of the metal gone cold. It’s match was currently resting on the unmoving hand of his love deep in the ground. His back was to the grave, he would stand guard over her final resting place, but he could not watch them put her in the ground, nor cover her with dirt.

Their’s were special rings, made just for them. They were always warm and pulsed with the beating of the other’s heart, but his would beat no more. Just as the heart it was connected to that had ceased to function, his ring had gone cold that morning at the office, and just like that his life had come crashing down.

Many years passed, but the gleam of gold never left his finger, and every week found him at the grave of his love. The tree she was buried beneath grew taller, and he watched year after year as the leaves changed; growing, dying, falling, an eternal dance of the seasons, but still the gold band remained on his finger.

10 long years passed this way. But...one day he awoke to the sensation of warmth on his finger; a feeling he had not had in ages. He was concerned that the ring had finally run out of power, and grew sad at the thought that it was just his own body heat that now warmed the metal.  

A month or so later, however, he felt a flutter. He assumed his hand was going to sleep, but it happened with more frequency as time passed, until finally

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A heartbeat.