AN: What devilry is this?! I am posting something?! Either way, not sure how much I like this on its own but its very short because its framework writing from my bigger personal project. Let me know what you think, apologies in advance for any errors.

Lomadia gazed weakly up at the god from the cradling embrace he held her in as tears fell. Cool were the drops of liquid misery and soothing to her fragile skin, yet like thorns to her heart. For every one the built and fell down his face, another pin like shard of pain buried itself within the folds of her only too mortal heart until every beat was a surge of every kind of pain. "From the very start you seemed to good to be true, now you're failing, fading." Weakly she lifted a hand to brush away his tears, "Don't cry, gods shouldn't cry." The hoarse whisper could barely be heard, like the failing beat of her heart. "But stay. S-stay..." Her voice began to fail when Lo uttered her plea. "How did this happen? Where did your life go?" Ridge whispered back and the sadness in his voice was so great even the sky reacted, great lonely grey rainclouds billowed seamlessly from a point in the sky above the Ridge's tears hit the grass, the clouds dropped their burden so a fine mist of purest nature's tears fell upon her failing form. How had this happened..? "Stay with me!" Face fairer than any Angel's, framed with tangled strands of spun gold, spared him a fair grin. Like a knife to the chest that grin hurt him, it was to be her last.

"Always." Then his angel died in his cursed immortal arms, faded to a faraway place he could not follow, leaving naught but a shell. As he sat and watched the light of her eyes flicker and die he wept, and as the seemed earth crumble away about him. Years it felt like he sat, cradling the body. The body that had once been hers. Once belonging to she who now only exists in his memory. The memory of he, cursed to walk alone 'till the end of eternity. Doomed to walk alone, missing her. Needing her. And always, even after eternity ends, loving her.

AN2: Any better?