A gift

I wake up around four to Taran walking through the door. He looks tired. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” He says. I move over to give him room to lay down. Taran removes his clothes. I’m sure he’s cold since his clothes are wet from being in the rain. “I made you something,” He says with a smile.

I look at him curiously, “You made me something?”

Taran nods and pulls something out of the pocket of his pants. He holds out a necklace with a pink crystal in the shape of a dove. I reach for it and smile. “It’s beautiful,” I tell him.

Taran looks slightly embarrassed, “I’m glad you like it. It’s a charm to protect you from evil spells.”

“Why a dove?” I ask curiously.

Taran turns away from me before answering. I don’t mind. It allows me to admire the defined lines of his back. “It was easy to make. I felt a bird represented you better than anything else I could make.”

I put on the necklace and smile. It hits low enough that my shirts will