Disclaimer: Me no own duh-uh Maplestory...
I don't really have an accent though.
He longed to see her again, his beloved. She was beautiful in every way: delicate as a flower, hair as golden as the sunshine, and she herself was so warm that she could melt the snow in El Nath just by being there.
But she was gone. Dead, not living anymore. He couldn't bear to see her again; she had died under his hand, his blade. And if he actually were to see her once more, he would surely go insane with pain and guilt.
Regrets, the only feelings he had ever felt in his life.
It had been over three hundred years since he last saw her, the very day her heart ceased to beat anymore.
He came to her final resting place, a beautiful tombstone adorned with much of her beautiful Skaia. Many lavished gifts laid in heaps in front of the cursed stone.
But he came to feel something else, something more.
Placing a beautiful ruby rose into one of the cracks on the tombstone, he chiseled two words onto it under the wretched letters that made up her name, Aria:
I'm sorry.
And here you go, another one of my one-shot-or-drabbles-whatever-you-call-them...
There's one less of them now as far as I know; I accidentally deleted one... oopsie?
Well I still love you guys!