Author's Note: This is my small tribute to Fenris, and to the many wonderful author's on this site who have shared their marvelous talents with me. Thank you.
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I drink emotions from others cups, because my own sits empty. Borrowed goblets, tasting of memories, are all I have to soothe my parched soul and sustain my sanity.
The Maker cannot need him more than I. He cannot love him more than I do. Time does not matter. The wound will not heal. My Fenris is gone and I miss him.
He will never fill my cup again. I will never again partake of all that was Fenris. I live in silence and sip from borrowed goblets as I raise a toast to Fenris.