"Maybe, maybe he was right
Maybe this world is full of sin
Maybe, maybe this fight
Is not what I should have gotten in
Maybe I should have just stayed away
But maybe then he would have found a way
Another way to hurt me
Another way to hurt me... "
Cassandra looked at her friend, worry in her eyes
This kind of love never dies.
"This is not your fault; this is his
Maybe the truth is
That some men cannot stay
Maybe one day, it will go away"
Her accent did not butcher the words
Her hand rested upon her shoulder
The hand who carried such a boulder
The hand who saved so many worlds
The right hand.
The woman's whom left hand has been touched by fate
Was experience the most acid hate
The woman whom is still bitter
Wishes her broken heart could just get better.
She got up and brush'd away her tears
Her sobs could be heard by many ears
So she decided to be strong
To prove a certain person wrong.
She got up, her eyes reddish but determined
Her path clear but mined
The only one wounded was her mind
Her eyes scanned around the room, no one to be seen
A few souvenirs from the places she had been
She believed that 'items to remember' was a stupid concept
But except
That right now, she wished she would have something to remember him
She looked at herself in the mirror, too thin, light too dim
Nothing was right, it seemed
Please, save me, she deemed
All this time, was it dreamed ?
Doubt and fear were everywhere
But not a single feeling could compare
To that deepest feel of despair.
A despair so dense you could drown
Here she thought he would not let her down
Now, she is a clown
Under all the facepaints, she cries
Under all the clothes, she dies.
She has to be strong, for there is no other way
She has to believe that one day, there will be a better day
A day, even a single one, where pain will be gone
After the long night, the one who must come is dawn
And dawn, will come.
Getting up, she could do.
But to truly awake
You need to be two
And to forget the constant ache
You've got to be two too
She is awake now, gets up and leave her quarters
Smiles, jokes, drinks, plays, gives orders
A lot of people are glad to see her back
But others see the bright sun and wonder
If the following night will be even more dark
People are smilling, thanks to her
She looks at the sky, even if it's legendary
Pain will always remain temporary
She does not want to give pain the power to destroy her
She learnt that from life, best, and worst teacher.
She looks up to the balcony, a smill still etched upon her face
If his presence, his memory and goodbyes will be hard to erase
She will remember that she loves and lives
And that he lies and leaves
And this thought will remind the Herald that she was not wrong
And this thought will remind her, that his nose was too long
Everyone who has loved a liar will understand this last sentence
Maybe it was a shield for him, maybe only a mean of defence
But right now, on the balcony, she does not care
Thinking about him, she would not dare
"My dear, I will not ask you how you have been
For your despair I have seen, and know what lies within
My dear, I will not tell you that it gets better
You just become a better liar."
The Inquisitor chuckled at that, the Circle mage chuckling along
It has been so long !
"My,my Vivienne, why thee must see the bad side
At least, now, my espace on the bed will be so wide !"
The Enchantress let out an unlady like snort
To reprimand her rising laugh, she had to seek support
And bit her lower lip, her eyes going up to the scarred sky
" I think your bed did fly..."
As genuine laugh that could only belong to Sera echoes
The bard smiles, and says that it is exaclty how the song goes
Josephine will always remember the day she woke up to a king-sized bed
On her balcony, standing awkwardly, as it had been pushed, her face got red
"Sera, why is there a crude drawing of me and the inquisitor on this mattress ?"
" Because why would the only thing coming would be distress ? "