Feelings
The sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves overhead, creating an almost magical effect on the already wonderful summer day. The birds singing, the laughing trickle of a nearby brook added to the beauty. But for one long figure, the beautiful day may had well as been an overcast, depressing day of thunder, for that was what his soul felt like.
He trudged along, neither noticing nor caring where he went. Nothing mattered anymore, not even the wondrous sword at his side. The sword he had worked so hard to regain battling for it. Battling for it in a battle that caused him to lose what mattered most to him. He came to the brook and stood staring out over the water; thinking, reflecting, wondering.
His father had once told him, "Never let your heart rule your head." Ha. That wouldn't be a problem. For now, his heart was merely an organ to keep him functioning. The feelings he had once held in his heart lay in a pile of rubble. So long since that horrible day, yet the wound was as fresh as ever, still hurting.
The tears were rolling down his face. Why was he still alive, still breathing, still hurting, when the one he loved was gone forever? Never again would he be able to gaze into her beautiful hazel eyes, or hear her wonderful laughter, like a summer breeze among bluebells.
Why? Why must he lose the love of his life? What was the point of going on without her?
The breeze picked up, drying his tears. A voice came to him on the wind, faintly, but there. "Martin…" There was something familiar about that ghostly voice calling his name. But no…it couldn't be. The wind was playing tricks with his hearing. "Martin…" It was slightly stronger now, and he was sure it wasn't the wind.
"Rose…Laterose…" he whispered. But, how? She was dead.
"Martin, I may not walk the earth any longer, but you haven't lost me. I will always be with you…always…"
It was fading. He looked up, really seeing the sun for the first time in a long while. "Rose, my love…"
She was still with him, in his heart. He set out with a new resolve. He would defend good against evil in her memory. His heart was healing, though the pain of losing her would always be there, always leave a scar. But the sun was shining once more, and the wonderful memories would stay with him – forever.