Prologue
The fall breeze was unusually harsh and with it came a numbing chill. The inescapable wind nipped at the tear-stained cheeks of those gathered in the cemetery. One woman in particular stood out among the rest. She was unfazed by the wind, consumed only by the scene in front of her. A casket, draped in a flag, was perched above a fresh grave. Foreign men worked about the casket; removing the flag with ceremonial tact, but somehow it all seemed so impersonal. The woman thought it a pity to remove the flag; the casket now seemed naked and unworthy of holding her lover. The men folded the flag, handed it to a more familiar face who then presented it to the woman. She accepted it with a heavy heart and wounded eyes. A sad smile graced the lips of the officer; he had known her lover well, almost as well as the woman. The woman returned the smile as she thought of her lover's endeavors. She then proceeded to shake her head at the memories of idiotic and courageous behavior on behalf of her lover. Shots rang out but they were nothing compared to the thumping of the woman's now-tattered heart. Her entire body ached; she knew this was the end of the ceremony and the moment had come to say goodbye. The reality of the situation fell heavily upon the woman's shoulders; for so long she had simply hoped it was an elaborate joke orchestrated by her love. Though she's always knowns better. The woman, cloaked in black, stood her ground in front of the casket even as others cleared the area. Tears well in emerald eyes, falling silently. A young child, no older than five approaches the woman. The child grasps onto the fabric of the woman's skirt and gives a gentle pull. The woman was draw away from her thoughts and looked fondly upon the child. With wisdom beyond her years, the child spoke.
"She's in a better place. She wouldn't want you to cry." Starry sapphires shine brightly. The woman could not help but notice how they were so like her lover's, the curious charm included. The woman clasped they young child's hand. "Be happy, Salami." That stupid nickname had been her lover's favorite. She had hated it so, but know it brought her comfort.
"I know sweetie, I know."
This will be a Korrasami AU. I want to update frequently but life always gets in the way. I hope you enjoyed this little taste; the actual chapters will be a lot longer. Until next time-
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