A/N: Well. Here I am. The last couple of months had their goods and bads, mostly bads but It doesn't matter. Perhaps one last Soultine for old time sake.
Love.
A word of sewn with lies. There are but interests; interests of souls, interests of flesh. It did not matter.
Or so I had thought.
I was hesitant and cautious at first. Both of us, undead, in a blighted land. She might slit my throat in the night, my soul could brighten her away from the darkness of hollowing.
I was so wrong.
She persisted. She fought alongside with me. We were against the tides of the swamps, the giants of the tomb, the calamity of Ash lake. We stuck together. We forged something impossible in these accursed lands.
Love.
It didn't matter. She started to loose good chunks of her humanity and sanity with each death. The bonfire casted her away like a spent torch as a mindless hollow unable to listen to reason.
I had no other choice. I had to put her down like a rabid dog. I had to endure the suffering…. Her whispers were plaguing my minds, the gap she left was haunting my souls.
Fellow traveller, my soon to be dangling corpse is but a coward's escape from my sins. Cherish you beloved, protect her from the evils of this world lest you would wind up like me.
I hope the future is kind to you.