Warmth
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Happy Birthday, she whispered, placing the baby breath bouquet down. Miriallia crouched down to trail the letters on the grave stone gingerly with her index finger.
Rest in Peace,
Tolle Koenig
(C.E. 55-71)
Dear Son and Lover
In truth, she had found it hard to come and never had real quality time to visit Tolle's grave ever since the war ended. The coffin was originally empty, as Tolle had died in an explosion that caused his Skygrasper to inevitably scatter to pieces. His parents were distraught to hear this, and Milly had attended the military funeral with them and had shared their tears, knowing Tolle's family since her childhood.
She didn't know how long she crouched there, trying to start a conversation with an object that replied mutely at her. When she realized her surrounding, it was already dark, and she dusted off the snow slowly covering the grave before leaving.
Walking back to her apartment, she noticed another person was waiting in front of her apartment, with white foggy breath around his face.
"Dearka?" She called, hurrying along to approach him, and the man grinned at her.
"Hey."
She reached up to dust off the snow off his blonde head. "Your hair is full of snow..."
"So is yours," He commented, wiping the silver flakes of her as well. Dearka looked at her for a while, and held her shoulders firmly. "You okay?"
She intuitively shook her head, biting back the urge to seriously burst into tears.
"You can lean on to me."
Life had happened, but Miriallia had not felt any warmth ever since Tolle died, and her body and heart has grown colder ever since. But Dearka's arms around her felt even colder and she didn't know how long he has waited for her under the snow.