Inhale me
Returns to her terra. Follows the girl's advice to go home. This IS home.
Lies down amongst the violets. Lies down amongst her remains. Lies down and stares at the clouds. Finds the tiny mound of earth in which the crystal lays. Digs it out. Stares at it.
Thinks of snow. Turns over, face down, and breathes in. Fancies he can smell her hair, can smell the crystal dust and the sweat on her skin, can feel her body in his arms, his lips on her face. Her violet eyes digging into him. Unsure as to whether it's a dream or if it's reality. Whispers her name over and over.
Only three dances.
Only three.
Not nearly enough.
They could've danced forever. Why couldn't the sunset last? Why couldn't that rooftop have remained immortal?
Sits up. Feels embarrassed, even if there was no one to see him. Reburies the crystal. Mounts his skimmer.
Flies for the lonely remains of her old palace.