This will be a new blog segment in which I share a scene recently written in one of my works in progress. It’s obviously still in rough draft form.
The guests chuckled, the couple kissed, and Amirah allowed the jumble of emotions to spill from her eyes. Forek wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his eyes never leaving Bobrek and Ziboren.
“Are you happy for them?” he whispered.
“I have to be, don’t I?” Amirah didn’t want to admit how lonely she suddenly felt.
“I’m not. I’m sad for both of them.”
Amirah looked at him, puzzled. “Why?”
“He will outlive her by two lifetimes, and she will grow old while her husband looks like her son, then her grandson. That will be difficult for them.”
“But what else can they do?” Amirah’s voice cracked.
“Marry an equal,” he said, turning his gaze to her. “Or never love at all.”
Amirah swallowed, stilled by the intensity of his gaze. “What are you going to do?”
“You will decide that, Amirah.” He kissed her forehead. “You will decide.”