Loss has its own particular flavor of pain, a distinctiveness that goes beyond any color, odor, or taste; a texture that's unmistakable and cruel. While one might mistake the itching of a burn for the itching of an insect bite, one would never mistake the agony of loss for any other kind of hurt.

As it is a unique pain, the treatment must match it in singularity; what cures cruel words will not cure the emptiness left behind by one who passes. It's a terrible thing, an ugly thing, and there is but one remedy — the creeping passage of time.

But loss is a wound with many balms; the happiness of a memory, the bitter salt of many tears, the embrace of another who shares your longing for the one who has passed on. And though there is never truly healing from loss, the pain fades, and though the scars ache on occasion and a place will forever stand empty in the heart, happiness will come again, and those we have loved, we shall see once more.

—Excerpt from the Abydonian burial rites


TO BE CONTINUED

(Okay, this was a little thingy that came to mind today while getting some stuff done, and I thought I'd share it with you while you're waiting for another chapter. Sorry there haven't been updates; I went on vacation for a week with the BF and family, then with MY family for a few more days, AAAANNNDDD, my computer died (I'm borrowing one). So I haven't been able to post, but I should have the next chapter to my beautiful beta PainInTheMikta (hopefully) tomorrow and as soon as she's given it the all-clear it'll be up for you to enjoy!)

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