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Green And Gold
A/N: Requested by a friend with the prompt "just leave me your stardust to remember you by;" post-series.
He can't reach the sea. Not where he's gone to. Alone, far away, without her.
It doesn't matter that there could have been a body, trapped inside a wooden box, left to meet the earth again. He never said what he'd want after death. He'd been convinced that there would be no such thing. Because God could never die.
And he had been her God.
Once he had left her at the hotel, she never saw him again. She remembers that, upon arriving back home, she didn't want to. She had told them that she wanted ashes, that he would want ashes. She had lied through her teeth. The ashes had been for her.
She cries as she imagines it again, her hands as she tipped the polished black and gold urn, the one she'd chosen for him, towards the sea at sunset. And to the sea he had gone, carried away on the waves of green and gold.
She still loved that little urn with golden wings. His golden wings. The wings he had so deserved.
It kills her to be standing here again, plagued by the repeat of that beautiful, depressing memory. On the railing she stands, singing praises to the heavens, everything about him in her thoughts. A final verse beginns before the tears, before her eyes close gently upon her face touched only by the sun. By his hand.
A step up, she still sings, balancing atop the rail, the street and people down below. She stops it then, the song, the last word flying from her lips.
And she falls.