His
He whines and whimpers, calling her name, hoping his cries for her will be answered, but none would come. She was his everything, his friend, his protection, she was his. That person walks to him, her eyes filled with remorse.
"You poor thing." she says, "I didn't think it would come to this."
She strokes his face before pulling his tong out of his mouth. With a flash of light, he sees, hears, or feels no more. His mind sent to the gate.
He stands there, continuing to cry out her name, but this time his cries are answered. The gate opens and there she stands, the loving smile only meant for him to see and to receive on her lovely face. She spreads her arms beckoning him.
He comes, crying her name with happiness. The gate closes, sealing them in forever. But he does not care. He has found her, Gluttony has found his Lust.
