He's gone.
I couldn't believe it.
I told him not to tease Fenris like that, but he had ignored me and angered that elf to the point where he plunged his hand into my love's heart, realizing what he did only when Anders's lifeblood pooled around the elf's feet.
And now here Anders is, six feet under me.
I sniffed, wiped the rain – or was it my tears? – from my eyes, and placed a bouquet of flowers at the foot of his headstone.
I placed my hand lightly on the stone, and left, looking back one final time.
Numbly, I walked on until I found myself at a cliff at the edge of the dark green sea.
Nothing felt real as I stumbled to the edge of the rock, looking down at the churning water below and thinking about jumping.
To join him beside the Maker...
I set my slow mind on the idea and let one foot hover over the edge, letting it pause there, before beginning to push off.
The world slowed and went silent, as if expecting something. I didn't understand. Expecting wh-?

"NO!"

The tranquil moment was shattered, and I turned, part of my foot still on the cliff, and saw a blonde man sprinting towards me, his amber eyes wild with terror. His short hair flew out behind him, and, oddly, faceless men chased after him.
My foot slipped off the cliff, and I was truly in the air, but my eyes never left his. My throat let one strangled word out:

"Anders..?"
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