This story along with my two other stories Because I love Him and You Ask me Why I Love Him main character who is the girl is an OC of mine.
I love him.
When I first heard of his passing, my world… it collapsed…
I stood there, in the empty throne room, my father behind me and Thor in front of me. I lost all sense of my surroundings. It was only me. I stood there for what seemed like endless hours of torment. When I regained my senses, I felt the intruding tear trying to escape. I frowned before trying to regain my composure.
I must not falter. Stay strong. Stay strong. Stay strong, dam* it!
I looked at Thor, pain so clearly etched in his normally strong and muscular features. His was now of a child who had lost their favorite toy. I could only stand there. Why wouldn't my mouth open?
"I… I'm sorry Thor…"
Why was I apologizing? Because I couldn't help but feel as if a chapter of my life had come to a close. I had wishes. Dreams of what might have become. He would have come back. He would have joined us, become one of us. Then maybe he would have realized. Then maybe he would have seen how much I loved him.
Thor stared at me blankly. He had no words. He felt what I did. He had lost his brother, after all.
Stay strong…
I finally allowed the smallest, yet saddest, of smiles to grace my face.
"Thank you… for telling me. You must be feeling overwhelmed. Please. Return home and rest Thor. I will… I will mourn for him."
I smiled once more before quickly turning as I felt the tear stray down my cheek. I walked past my father, bearing him no heed or mind. My mind itself was a blur. A panic.
Stay strong. Stay strong. Stay...
I gritted my teeth as the dears began to pour down my face, I now running full speed to nowhere. I just needed somewhere. Somewhere secluded where I could scream. Where I could finally let go. I slowed my pace as I approached where my mother rested. The wind around me unusually silent. Falling to my knees I wept. I wept for Thor, for all he had gone through. Yet I wept for myself. The fact that no longer would I see that striking smile, be it genuine or not. The fact that no longer would we dance together as he taught me how to properly wield blades such as his. No more would I be able to hear his voice…
I thought that I could never love another man as much I did him.
I loved him.