This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Moon''.
- Number of words: From 100 to 1000 words.

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The sand screamed under Jaime's boots when he finally arrived on the beach, plunged in darkness, only lit by the faint silver glow of the moon reflected on the waters of Blackwater Bay.

He sat on the ground and closed his eyes.

That way, he could almost pretend that she was here, right next to him, with him.

He could almost perceive the sweet smell of lavender oil, her scent, in the air full of dust, ashes and souls.

Jaime didn't want to believe that Cersei wasn't there.

He didn't want to believe that Cersei was no longer there.

He had seen her, though.

He had seen her when he finally found her, after running around the castle for what seemed like hours and hours, with only one thought in mind: to save her.

To save her and their baby.

The world was collapsing around him, but the only thing that really mattered to him was that Cersei was alive.

And she was alive.

She was still alive when he finally managed to find her.

But not for very long.

She was holding the bloody corpse of a newborn baby, lying on the cold stone slabs, her crimson dress almost concealing the fact that she was bathed in a pool of her own blood.

He had run faster than he had ever run before, to cover the few meters that still separated them.

She was already like a corpse: her diaphanous skin was icy, as if all the blood flowing through her veins had ended up on the ground, she was motionless, no longer able to move, and her breathing was panting, laborious, and almost imperceptible.

But when he had taken her in his arms to hold her close to him, in the unreasonable hope that it was not too late, that he could still save her, that she would get better, that she would heal, in spite of that little voice telling him in the depths of his being that it was already too late.

Of course it wasn't too late. It was impossible. She couldn't die without him.

We will leave this world together, as together we were born.

We've always been together. We'll always be together.

And, as a sign of her final battle against death, Cersei opened her eyes, one last little flame burning in those oceans of wild fire in which Jaime so loved to get lost, and whispered:

''Jaime...''

Hearing his voice, as low as if it were already far away, Jaime felt a few tears silently running down his cheeks, he who never cried, tenderly caressing her hair :

''Yes, my Cersei, it's me... I'm here, I've come back...''.

"Don't go... Don't leave me...''

But, when he wanted to answer her that no, he would not leave, nowhere, not without her, that he would never leave her again, it was she who left him.

She let out her last breath, cradled against his chest.

And Jaime burst into tears, as he hadn't done since he was a little boy, since he promised Cersei he would marry her, since he kissed her out of sight, but they didn't know it was wrong yet.

He buried his face in her golden hair dulled by dust, her hair the color of the sun, the sun she had been to him, and the sun she could have been to the world, if the world had deserved it.

He could remember the way she radiated, the way she could light up the darkest room when she laughed, the laughter that only he could wrest from her, an almost innocent laughter, as before, if they had ever been.

She was the sunshine of his life, and she alone had allowed him to hold on, to cling to the darkest moments.

But when Jaime opened his eyes again, he was alone, in the darkness, without Cersei to light him, to guide him, to force him to continue.

It was Tyrion who had come to snatch him from the corpse of his twin sister, tears in his eyes for the sister he would have loved so much, when he would have preferred to stay with her, to die with her, to be able to join her where she had left too quickly.

Come on, Jaime... There's nothing more we can do for her now... You have to let her go...

He had left her again, when he would have absolutely wanted to follow her.

And now, it was in the silvery glow of the moon that he was mourning the loss of the sun of his life, of his sun.

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