January 1, 2012.
Surrender
"I knew you could handle it."
"It was a tower."
The years have been long, stretching by almost eternally in his absence, and she has hated them and she has loved them and she has learned so much from them and lost almost as much. The one thing that has changed the most, though, is that she has learned to admit defeat, and she will do that the next time they meet, because he has defeated her like no ever mortal ever could.
One tear, filled with a gentle surrender.
A/N: He really has.
Crucifixion and deterioration and child-sized graves~
Sweethearted.