His fiery tresses aglow against the backdrop of the last orange rays, as the skies was emblazoned in scarlet and amethyst dyes. His silhouette slowly merged with the glowing embers of the dying fire.
“I fear I might never see you again.”
He stopped in his tracks, hands reaching up to re-adjust his top hat over his eyes.
“My dear Alice…in the garden of memories, in the palace of dreams, that is where you and I will meet.” His words steeped with conviction of what lies ahead for them.
“But a dream is not reality,” she shot back. Her voice trembled slightly.
He turned back to face her as the sides of his mouth pulled into a familiar gentle smile. Eyes alight with the infinite possibilities of their future.
“Who’s to say which is which?”