The wind blew, bringing a few wood breaths, which belonged to Joseph, and it made her steady. His words were understated, but moved the corner of her heart, rubbed a few strands of warm wind in, and then her cold heart grew warmer.
"How did you know it was my birthday?" She knew that the question was pretentious and commonplace and that since he could find it and since he had said it, he was able to do it.
However, she asked, even so, eager to know.
The hustle and bustle of the city overshadowed the true voice in Irish's heart and concealed her most true feelings. Standing before her mother's tombstone, and when her heartbeat could only be heard around her, she heard the absolute sound of loneliness.
She longed to be read and loved.
That was why, when he appeared, she would feel grateful.
