Professor Anaxa once claimed he was “Cursed by Romance.”
It was a statement Phainon once took in stride. Uniqueness is a virtue, after all. There’s nothing wrong with being different, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with having the wrong taste in fashion.
What does feel wrong, though, is the emptiness he feels beside him.
Back when his hometown still existed, they were inseparable; never leaving each other’s side, even when everyone else was long gone and it was just them against the world.
The truth was something incomprehensible, Phainon could hardly believe it himself. But Cyrene, ever the intelligent woman, came up with a plan for both of them to fight against their predetermined fate. Now look where that plan ended them up in.
He wasn’t used to this, he wasn’t used to the silence, to the lack of teasing from that playful voice, to the lack of her voice carrying the air like a melody of the wind, to the lack of listening to her convictions of bringing a new dawn to Amphoreus as he fondly smiled at her once more.
Every step he took felt weighed down without her encouragement. It was like a chain trying to hold him down from fulfilling their promise, but he perseveres. He has to, it’s what she would have wanted and he would never break a promise, especially not hers.
As her blood spills once more on the wheat of the fields, he put away Dawnbreaker, wishing he could cry once more as he silently cradled her in his arms.
Even if it was because of his hideous fashion choices, Khaslana couldn’t help but think Professor Anaxa was right when he said he was cursed by Romance.
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