January 1, 2012.
Hollow
"This way, you'll never forget."
She knits with a certain amount of determination, and every stitch is a moment of memory, sped through in a flash. She realizes with every subtle little movement just how much she missed him, and that tears her up inside.
One tear, hollow.
A/N: I envision this as Valkyrie in her thirties, so not quite a spinster yet.
Heartaches and syrup nails and cold, cold stone~
Sweethearted.