Duties
The times have passed from that moment. The end to their conflict was not the end they had expected.
- Go, now, don't let anyone send you back –
The sound of death still lingers. It's all he has left of her.
It isn't selfish for him to want more. They were still young; too young. She should never have known that kind of suffering.
The sight of blood still mars his hands. His eyes catch glimpses of crimson puddles. The wind often scream sat him to do something, anything, but it's too late.
She's gone…
The world is a dark place. The chaos and suffering of the people is not something that he recognises.
He stands alone in a dark world. The grievance from that day haunts him. His despair banishes the light.
She, a light; his light, the only goodness left in the world. There she stands; the only one left to him.
He knows her voice. He can trace the shape of her smile perfectly. He can recall the heart shape of her pale face.
- I love you –
She is the only one of any worth. The darkness falls away when she comes.
She, who is so precious, is slowly fading from his reach. The place of a leader is the end of her path.
The Proxy is finally surrendering her role. History is turning once more in its eternal cycle.
The role to which he lost the first he will now lose the second.
Author's Note: I know this is vague. I know this probably makes little or no sense to you, dear reader. I apologise for that but I stand by this story and my choice of style. Besides, aren't things more interesting when you have to step back and think about them more deeply? I believe that to be true most times. I thank you for reading. I hope that you can appreciate this piece. I apologise, once more, in all sincerity, if you were at all dissatisfied.
Part of the Revival Collection.