Not Like That
There had been no declarations, no displays, no flowers. Nothing had been needed. He was like that.
Just the spark in his eye, his respectful tone had been enough to convince her. She had known him well enough.
She had felt complete. He had felt alive.
When time came for the sacrifice, she had been the one to feel pain. She would miss him. He had just smiled. He would die loved.
There was no elaborate ceremony, no mourning, no weeping. Nothing was needed. He wouldn't have wanted it like that.
There had been no declarations, no displays, no flowers. Nothing had been needed. He was like that.
Just the spark in his eye, his respectful tone had been enough to convince her. She had known him well enough.
She had felt complete. He had felt alive.
When time came for the sacrifice, she had been the one to feel pain. She would miss him. He had just smiled. He would die loved.
There was no elaborate ceremony, no mourning, no weeping. Nothing was needed. He wouldn't have wanted it like that.