*I don't own jane and the dragon or it's characters
Droplets rolled off his armor as he stood, frozen by guilt and despair. Twenty minutes, two hours, three days, and four years made little difference. The feeling was worse then before, and he would never be the same.
It seemed only yesterday they stood there, confessing what was most important before they led their separate bands.
It seemed only a day before they were born, an hour before they understood they made for each other.
A minute ago, she smiled, all confidence from her hair to get toes.
And yet, her shadow, her very existence was sketched underneath his eyelids, and every blink she was almost there.
Twenty minutes, two hours, three days, and four years fixed nothing, but it stood still on the very day they said hello and goodbye for the last time, like it was only yesterday.