A Book for Marigold: The Wrong Love - Portal Posi Battle

The funeral had been difficult.

Marigold stood over the patch of dirt that designated the final resting place of her grandmother, the rain mixing with her tears as she silently mourned her loss. She had no one now. Nature’s Fate seemed to enjoy mocking her. A thought flitted through her head, Perhaps I am simply not meant to be happy. She had been contemplating such a thing for a while now, but with her grandmother’s passing, the thought seemed more the truth than anything.

 

“Marigold…” A familiar voice, though all voices were familiar in a village such as hers. She turned her head slowly, the wood ash that covered the color on her lips and eye had begun to run down her face, streaking it a dusty black. She mustered a soft smile at the figure who stood behind her.

A human with a dark complexion and curly black hair carefully stepped towards her. His brows furrowed in concern as he held his arms open, an invitation for comfort. With trembling steps she wrapped her arms around him, sobs beginning to wrack her body. Strong arms held her tightly, desperate to offer her anything to ease her pain.

“S-she is gone, Brahm…I am…t-truly a-alone now.” She spoke through gasps and hiccups, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.

“You are not alone.” He pet her head, careful to avoid the hair that covered her face. “You…you have me…I…I love you Marigold.” She grew silent upon hearing his words, pulling back to look up at the face of the human she considered to be her best friend. There was no hint of playfulness, it would have been a cruel joke anyways. She saw only sincerity in his eyes.

Humans and Elves were not meant to mix, that is to say, they were unable to bear each other's children. There was no purpose for them to be together, and she had long given up on the possibility of love. The way he looked at her however, like he was willing to fell the trees of the forest simply for her sake. She did not love him, she did not know if she could ever love him, but perhaps…for his sake she might try.

 

Her hands raised to his face as she pulled him down for a kiss. He reciprocated with surprise that melted into joy, his lips becoming ashy from the black that covered the usual gold. This was wrong. She felt nothing in her heart. Yet she continued to kiss, drinking in his passion. If she took enough from him, his love might become her own.