by Bill Tiepelman
Lavender Fields Forever
The lavender fields stretched out endlessly, a sea of purple and lilac under the golden sunset. It was a place that had once been alive with laughter and love, but now stood as a hauntingly beautiful memory. Here, the air was thick with the scent of flowers and something else—something older, something like remembrance. In the center of it all stood a figure. She was not alive, yet not quite gone, either. She had become a skeleton of herself, dressed in a gown that sparkled faintly under the fading sunlight, woven from the same colors that surrounded her. Her bones, bleached by time, were delicate and elegant, laced in a gown made of lilac and lavender lace that clung to her frame as though it had always been a part of her. In life, her name had been Evelina. A woman of laughter and fierce love, she had once danced in this field with flowers in her hair and sunlight on her skin. She had loved deeply, lived fully, and given her heart to someone who had held it like a treasure, as if knowing that she was a gift he could never hold forever. Her lover had known that their time was fleeting, and perhaps it was that knowledge that had made their love burn as brightly as it did. Together, they had woven memories into the lavender fields until the day she left this world, leaving him to walk the fields alone. But Evelina’s spirit had never truly left. She had lingered, bound to the beauty of the fields, tied to the place where her heart had once known happiness. And so she returned each evening, stepping out of the twilight, her body a spectral skeleton draped in the dress she had worn on her last day. Her hands traced the petals of the lavender as if remembering the touch of her lover’s hands, the way they had moved together as if they were one. The Visit Every year, on the same day, he came. Gray hair now lined with silver, his hands gnarled with age, he returned to the fields they had once danced through together. He could no longer dance as he once did, but he would sit, folding himself carefully to the earth, and watch the sunset as if waiting for something—someone. And she would come, as she always did. To him, she appeared not as a skeleton, but as the woman she had always been: her eyes bright with laughter, her dress flowing in the gentle breeze, her spirit vibrant and alive. He could see her only as he had loved her—whole, radiant, eternal. He could not see the bones that now bore her, could not feel the chill in the air as she passed by him. To him, she was a memory of life, of a love that had never died. Each year they would share a moment. She would come to him in the lavender fields, her hand resting near his, never touching but close enough that he could feel her presence. She would watch him, her heart echoing with the same fierce love she had once felt in life. And for that brief time, it was as if they were together once again, bound by a love that defied time, age, and death itself. The Last Goodbye One evening, as the sun began to set and cast a warm glow over the fields, he arrived, though he was weaker this time, his steps slow and careful. She could feel the heaviness in his spirit, a quiet resignation that hung in the air. This time was different. She knew, in the way that one does when they have known someone for a lifetime, that this would be the last time they met here. He settled himself onto the ground and closed his eyes, breathing in the lavender-scented air as if taking in the memory of her one last time. And for the first time, she allowed herself to sit beside him, reaching out her hand. This time, she could feel it—the warmth of his hand, the faint beat of his pulse. He opened his eyes and looked at her, seeing her as he always had. They sat in silence, his hand resting in hers, the boundary between life and death thinning in the final rays of the setting sun. “Evelina,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of longing. “I’m here,” she replied, her voice like the rustle of the wind through the lavender. “I’ve always been here.” A tear slipped down his cheek, and he smiled, the kind of smile that held the weight of all the years, all the love, all the loss. “I know,” he said. “I’ve felt you. Always.” The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a final glow across the fields, and as it did, she felt herself begin to fade, to become part of the earth and sky, of the lavender that stretched endlessly around them. And as he closed his eyes for the last time, he felt himself falling into her arms, finally crossing the veil that had kept them apart for so long. In the fields, under the light of the stars, their spirits danced together once more, entwined in an eternal embrace. 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