All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.
William Shakespeare, "Sonnet XLIII"
Her tears flowed from her eyes like water down a river. Her bright green eyes blurred by the ocean in between her eyelids. He couldn't stand to see her like this. He reached out with his hand, holding her cheek in his palm. He looked at her, not knowing if he would ever see her again. He reached his hand from her cheek to the back of her head and pulled her close to him.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her there listening as she sobbed. He rubbed her back and laid his head on top of hers. He closed his eyes and hummed the song she sang to him one night long ago as he rocked her side to side. Looking back on when the first met brought a smile to his face. He remembered giving her gifts and stumbling over his words trying to sound heroic and attempting to impress her. He remembered the way his heart stopped when he saw her be knocked unconscious during a battle against a demon.
He kissed the top of her head, how he would miss her. His eyes burned and he felt what seemed like an apple become lodged in his throat. He pulled her closer, holding her tighter. He remembered those late nights when they had first watch together, how they would talk to she would fall asleep. He then became more alert than ever because he had to protect her, he loved her. He felt a tear slide down his cheek as he remembered them standing on a balcony over looking Lake Calenhad.
She placed her hands on his chest, pushing herself backwards. She looked up at him, her eyes were bloodshot from the crying. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him with a renewed passion. She then took a few steps back and looked at him. He wore his regular armor and had his trusty long sword on his back. She kissed him once more then turned and walked away.
He watched her leave, and felt a pain greater than he ever could have known possible. It was as if someone had simply cut out his heart, as if someone took every sense he had and left him there an empty shell. He turned towards the tower, drew his sword and walked head long to his own doom, knowing what he was dying for.