A/N: Hello everyone in fanfiction world. I discovered today that Robin Hood S3 is airing a month earlier than expected!! March 28 is less than two weeks. Ergo, I randomly wrote this little drabble. I think that my first one may be better, but if the fancy so suits you, please let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or form own the BBC's Robin Hood. This is simply an outburst of creativity from which no money is being made.
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She was never coming back. Her heart, her body, her everything were gone. Gone into the bloody sand that swallows everything yet never changes. She is physically there, so many thousands of miles away. He knows this logically. But in truth, in absolute reality, she is so much father away. If only it were mere miles which separated them. Then he could run and find her. Then he could bring her back. Then he could apologize over and over and over while desperately trying to prove to her yet again how much he loved her. Loves her. Even after everything, after the lies, the deceit, the betrayal, the absolute anguish she made him feel, he still loves her. It truly is a madness. A madness he feels that he cannot live without for fear of becoming truly insane.
Like the poison of a snake whose fangs contain the antidote, she continues to be, even in death, his torture. Stabbing and healing, stabbing and healing in a never ending cycle. There is so much less healing now that she is gone. Not that he ever was fully healed. The scars on his heart overlap one another, the cracking of one resonating through him like an earthquake causing each and every one of them to split again, to weep not only the deepest possible sorrow, but life. His very life is seeping out of him with every beat of his heart because each beat takes him farther away from her, farther away from their last moments together, farther away from the possibility of his redemption.
He is a dead man. His mind and soul know it. Now, it is simply a matter of waiting for his heart to catch up.