The old town of Valmere always seemed to hum with secrets. Narrow cobbled streets curled around ivy-covered stone buildings, and lamplight flickered like fireflies at dusk. It was here, beneath the soft glow of a crescent moon, that Lily first saw her.
She stood alone on the stone bridge, her dark hair whipping in the wind, gazing at the river’s swirling currents as if searching for something. Her pale skin glowed beneath the moonlight, almost ethereal.
“Beautiful night,” Lily said, stepping closer.
The woman turned, her eyes dark and gleaming. “And filled with whispers, if you listen closely.”
They stood together, silent except for the rush of water below. Then, the woman smiled faintly and disappeared into the mist.
The next day, Lily asked around town. No one seemed to know who the mysterious woman was. “The bridge?” an old man frowned. “Nobody’s been there at night for years. Not since… well, best not to talk of it.”
But Lily couldn’t let it go. Each evening, she returned to the bridge, and each night, the woman appeared.
Her name was Selene. Their conversations stretched longer with each encounter. They spoke of poetry, forgotten places, and dreams that felt older than time itself. Selene’s words were laced with melancholy, as if she carried a weight invisible to Lily.
One night, Selene took her hand. “I want to show you something.”
They walked past the town’s edge, up a twisting forest path. Eventually, they reached a clearing. At its center stood a ruined chapel, moonlight streaming through a shattered stained glass window.
Inside, vines crawled over crumbled pews. At the altar stood a worn gravestone. Lily knelt to read the inscription:
Selene Moreau, 1895 – 1919. Beloved daughter. Lost but not forgotten.
Lily’s breath caught. “Selene… this…?”
Selene’s face was calm, but her eyes shimmered. “I’ve been waiting, Lily. Every full moon, I return… hoping.”
“Hoping for what?”
Selene stepped closer, her hands brushing Lily’s cheeks. “For the one who could finally break the curse.”
Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the chapel, and the shadows deepened. Whispered voices rose from the ground, swirling around them. Lily’s heart pounded.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
Selene’s gaze never wavered. “You have to choose, Lily. Stay here with me… or walk away and never see me again.”
The whispers grew louder, spinning into an almost tangible force. Lily felt a pull, a weight in her chest. But when Selene’s lips met hers—soft, desperate, full of centuries of longing—she knew her answer.
“I’m not leaving you,” Lily whispered.
A brilliant light burst from the chapel’s altar, flooding the ruin with warmth. The shadows retreated, the whispers faded, and Selene’s form solidified, no longer a fleeting vision but something real, alive.
Selene gasped, tears streaming down her face. “You freed me.”
Lily smiled, pulling her close. “Maybe love really is stronger than time.”
And as dawn broke over Valmere, two figures stood hand in hand on the bridge, no longer separated by whispers or shadows—ready to face whatever mysteries the new day might bring.
