that_pagan_fool
There wasn’t a hole in my heart when she died. Not a crater, not a pit, not a ravine. My heart was gone, shattered into hundreds of thousands of pieces. Obliterated in the midday sun. And what of her? Her body rests where she fell. It’s what she wanted.But what did I want? Did I want this war? This fight against a tyrant? I don’t believe I did… I don’t believe anyone wanted it. I was born into this fight, just as much as she was. But she wanted to fight, so why was her fight taken so soon? Why do I get to continue fighting in her name when all I wanted to do was chart the world. It’s not fair, is it?