He asked her every passing day, "Why?"
She never had an answer for him, responding silently with sad, sultry eyes of depth and confusion. He almost pleaded with her for some response, shoulders slumped and strength beaten.
All she saw was his eyes and the length of the sea beyond it, lost and alone.
"Why?"
Her eyes - her solemn, listless eyes gazed at his face once more in silence, traveling down an unfamiliar scar. It was a question she herself asked, unable to find an answer.
"Why am I here?"
Murrue repeated it in her head; hands clenched and back straight.
You're here because you are the man I loved and still love.
"Why?" she responded, a sad smile gracing her features, "I don't know."
I don't know why you are Mwu and why you are not.
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I'm very sorry if this was utterly confusing or seemed cut off. This personally displeases me in many ways but I wanted to write and let off some steam and this is what happened. I want to come back and edit it some day for it feels rather unfinished and even I don't fully understand what I wanted to accomplish with this.
Anyways, you didn't see this. This drabble was spur of the moment inspiration.