45 – Waves
The waves kept brandishing against the shore.
It was only natural, Jag thought, that the tides would change. That worlds would continue to turn and people would continue to live. It was only natural – but somewhere two children had lost their mother; somewhere people had lost a precious friend and a husband had lost his most-beloved wife.
They'd had twenty-something years. It still didn't make it easier.
Yield with grace to reason.
Jag stood, unmoving, and focused on breathing through the ever-present pain in his chest.
Jaina. Jaina. I miss you so much.
And then he turned around and left.