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Do not stand at my grave and weep.
Numair stood in front of his lost loves grave. He knew she would pass away soon as had she. Numair was expecting it he shouldn't cry, Daine would want him to move on yet tears flowed freely down his face.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
He remembered sitting next to her lifeless body. The shell nothing more than an empty container meant to hold her now lost soul. She had been so young, only twenty-one, but no-more nothing was there anymore.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
He felt the wind caress his cheek imagining it was her hand, her lips. The healers should have been able to fix it but they couldn't. Daine, his Daine, had been taken not by a foul poison or ruthless steel but by an earthly disease. Numair had watched her wilt away as her own weak body betrayed her.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain;
I am a gentle autumn's rain.
They said it was some disease, something magic could not easily fix. If they would have tried a magical treatment it would not cure her only extend her life by a matter of months at most, and they would be uncomfortable days at that. She had been strong not afraid of the death that she knew awaited her very soon.
When you awake in the morning's hush,
I am the swift upliftin rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
It was strange now waking up to an empty bed not seeing her joyful face. Even in the end she kept her spirit never loosing her spark until the last days. She didn't take to her bed until the last four or five days. He had stayed by her side every minute remaining ignorently hopeful that she would be cured.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
The stars started appearing one by one now. More tears formed now as he thought of her spirit her vigor her love. She was his everything his life his love and now that life was gone and it was time to start again, rebuild his heart make it of stone and ice so that his memories of her would forever be trapped inside. He hated the gods for causing them such pain for killing her.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
He stopped the tears knowing that by allowing himself to continue his remorse in such a manner would just cause her more pain should she see him now. A single thought comforted him. Daine was safe now. She would see no more wars or life-risking missions. She was now with her parents safely tucked away in the realm of the god's as a lesser goddess, at peace now. He placed a bouquet of lily's on her grave and slowly turned to walk away.
I am not there. I did not die.
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Okay not that great but review or something. This was a one-shot.