Clenching the delicate Blue Feather in his hand, the usually calm man could not help but break into tears as soon as the memories began to flood back to him, just as they did every time he even so much as glanced at the item of wonder.
He could still remember the look of hope, of eager yearning upon her face when she had first presented it to him all of those years ago. Back when she was still young and flowing with life. When he was not quite as old as he was now, but still held many more years to his name then his appearance would ever let on.
What he would do to have those days back again...
Despite his almost stoic personality, Wizard's emotions had clearly been knocked around the entire time that she and him had been wedded together in holy matrimony.
The happiness she made him feel was more intense then anything he had ever experienced, and even the sadness held it's importance to him as well. He loved her, and she loved him, and there was nothing that he could possibly use to describe the days he had spent with her.
Now, however, Wizard knew.
He would never see her again. Not here on the earth, and never in the Heavens.
For he was an eternal being, or so it seemed. He had no idea how much longevity he possessed, but it was surely many hundreds, perhaps thousands of years when compared to that of a standard human.
Who knew when he would see her again?
Would he ever see her again?
He knew not how he could live with knowing that his beloved was forever gone from his arms.
And so he laid in the bed they once spent afternoon naps and sleepless nights in, clutching onto the final piece of her that he had left in his fist while letting the decades of tears that his past loneliness had produced finally make their way down his face helplessly.
He needed her. He needed her words, her promise again.
'Gale, you and I...We both know that one day, I'm not going to be here anymore...And...As much I'm afraid of that...I want you to know that no matter how many years go by after I am gone...I will always, always still love you...And I'll wait for you...I'll wait for you wherever I go...'
Was she waiting for him at this very moment? Staring into a sky that was empty and devoid of stars just like himself?
She had been the brightest star in the sky of his life, and now that star had burned out. There was no telescope in the world large enough to ever find the remains of said star, nothing he could hold onto until 'that day' came.
Except for this feather.
This Blue Feather that held her warmth and proved her love.
His fist clenched tighter, his tears came a little faster, and the Wizard found himself crying out in agony and loss.