Inspiration to write a short 5-chapter story came from a chapter from jaarli's "Engraved in Flesh, Written in Blood." I hope you will not mind me using the name for the story, the plot differs. I wish you luck with your next chapter. Reviews would be very much appreciated.
Hear Me Out
Prologue
He had a million things to say to him, and ask for forgiveness. Nothing could be as cold as murder, only now Kurtis came to realize it. Tears welled up in clear blue eyes, but he forced to drink them back: Father told him not to cry over his body.
'But how can I ever survive without telling him it kills me inside?' the young Kurtis asked himself, staring down at his father's grave. The burial process had been carried on with him. 'He's gone now.'
The last living member of the Lux Veritatis bent down and sat beside the grave. His whole body shook as he fought to control his emotions. Rain fell noisily at him from the grey, angry skies, but he took no notice. Coming back to him were the first nineteen years
of his life that he spent with Konstantin. Years that would never return. And pain that would never cease.
A gasp left her mouth, as the throbbing pain in her head subsided. The horrible image sketched itself permanently into her mind. She tried to run but her numb feet forced her to fall right in front of him… She felt like screaming.
Werner's body was cold as ice when she touched it, and the cloud of death seemed to engulf her; suffocate her. She looked at the closed lids, and placed his head in her lap for a while. 'Did I do this?'
She tried to control her tears over their barriers and was successful. A battle rose inside: "No need wasting tears over him." But she had forgiven him. Hard as is had been to survive the pain and torture her mind had put through in depression, Lara had forgiven him but vowed herself not to see him again, lest he revives the torture inside. And now,
he did: The torture of guilt. Torture that could never cease.
Two separate lives in two separate times, facing the same guilt and depression, and happy times were mere memories. Their harshness melted away and they respected what the lost ones had wanted: neither Lara nor Kurtis shed a single tear, and unspoken words were left inside them, forever.