AND THIS WAS ALWAYS THE HARDEST PART, WASN’T IT? SEEING ALL THAT YOU LOVE AGE AND FALL TO DECAY AND DEATH, WATCHING THE YEARS PASS AND NEVER FEELING A SINGLE CREAK IN YOUR BONES AND YET SEEING THE ONE YOU LOVE THE MOST SLIP AWAY. AS IF THIS KIND OF LOVE COULD COME WITH AN EXPIRATION DATE, WHAT CRUEL FATE WOULD HAVE IT BE? WHEN THEY’D MET, CAME TUMBLING UPON HIS BOUNTIFUL PRISON, HE WAS IMMORTAL JUST AS HE WAS AND IT FELT LIKE TIME COULD STRETCH ON FOREVER OR STOP ALTOGETHER AND IT WOULDN’T MATTER. BECAUSE HE WAS THERE. DARK EYES THAT COULD SEE FOREVER LOOKED INTO HIM AND SAW EVERY TOMORROW THAT COULD LEAD TO PROMISES OF STAYING TOGETHER FOR ETERNITY BEING BROKEN BY SUCH A SOBERING END, AND YET HE TOOK DOWN THE PATH ANYWAYS. CARRYING WITH HIM THAT SIGHT UNTIL THE END, UNTIL IT WAS STOLEN. AND SHE MAY HAVE THOUGHT SHE FREED HIM BUT TO THE OLD COYOTE IT WAS NOTHING BUT A DEATH SENTENCE. BUT HUMANS, THEY WERE MEANT TO REST WEREN’T THEY? NEVER WERE THEY MEANT TO ENDURE AND BE WARPED TO SUIT GODHOOD AND THE SELFISHNESS AND HUNGRINESS OF THE VOID CALLING OUT FOR A CHAMPION COULD NOT COMPARE TO THE SORROW AND ANGUISH HE FELT AS HE KNELT BY HIS BEDSIDE. EVERYTHING CHANGES. HUEHUECOYOTL WAS OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW IT TO BE A CERTAINTY, EVERYTHING RESHAPES, FALLS APART AND IS PUT BACK TOGETHER. THINGS CHANGE BUT STAY THE SAME ALL AT ONCE. LIFE WAS FULL OF LITTLE CONTRADICTIONS LIKE THAT, IT’S PART OF WHY HE LOVED HYPOCRITICAL HUMANITY. BUT DEATH WAS A FINALITY HE WASN’T READY TO FACE, NOT READY TO LOSE SOMETHING SO PRECIOUS TO HIM, DEATH WAS A CHANGE HE COULD NEVER SWALLOW EASILY. AND HE COULD PERHAPS CONVINCE HIM TO CARRY THE WEIGHT OF GODHOOD AGAIN, FOR ANOTHER THOUSAND YEARS, ANOTHER FOUR THOUSAND TO DRAG HIM ON AND ON INTO ETERNITY NEVER FACING THE COLD REALITY THAT HE WAS SUFFERING SILENTLY ALL THE WHILE. BUT WHAT KIND OF LIFE WOULD THAT BE, WHAT KIND OF LOVE WOULD HE BE NURTURING? SOMETHING SICK AND QUIETLY KILLING HIM IN SOME HORRID WAY INSTEAD OF LETTING HIM CHOOSE HIS OWN PATH, INSTEAD OF LETTING HIM GO INTO THE NIGHT ALONE WHERE HE COULDN’T FOLLOW, NO MATTER HOW HARD IT HURT. NO , HE COULDN’T ASK IT OF HIM, WOULDN’T DARE PLEAD FOR HIM TO STAY FOR HIS OWN GAIN DESPITE THE MISERY THAT SUNK DEEP INTO HIS CHEST. AND GOD, HOW HE’S WATCHED SO MANY DIE. HE’S SEEN GENERATIONS OF FAMILIES BE USHERED INTO THE WORLD AND THEN BACK OUT AGAIN. LEAVING HIM SO QUICKLY IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE IT SEEMED, YES, THE ONE PAIN OF ADORING HUMANITY SO DEEPLY WAS THAT THEY NEVER STAYED LONG AND NOW IT SEEMED IT WAS TIME FOR HIM TO GO AS WELL. HE’D STAYED FAR PAST HIS MOMENTS MEANT FOR REST ANYHOW. THROAT COILS TIGHTLY ROUND WORDS HE CAN BARELY UTTER, COME TUMBLING OUT SO QUIETLY AND MISERABLE, SOBERING EXPRESSION WORN ON FEATURES THAT LOOKED SO YOUTHFUL USUALLY AND YET SEEMED SO TIRED TONIGHT.
A BREATH TAKEN, TIME HE DIDN’T HAVE TO MOURN HIM EVEN BEFORE HE WAS GONE. AND HOW SELFISH WAS HE, TO WASTE EVEN A MOMENT'S BREATH UPON MOURNING HIM WHEN THEY ALREADY HAD SUCH LITTLE TIME LEFT BETWEEN THEM? THE GOD DIDN’T HAVE ANY ENERGY FOR JOKES, THERE WAS NO PUNCHLINE TO BE HAD, NO JOY AND CHAOS TO BRING. HAND CAREFULLY SWEEPS UPWARDS AND GRACES DOWN PALE FEATURES SO CAREFULLY AS HE’D DONE A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE, YET THIS WOULD PERHAPS ONE OF THE LAST TIMES HE WOULD HE SUPPOSES. THERE’S SO MUCH COILED UP IN HIS OLD HEART, BRIMMING AND THREATENING TO SPILL OVER AT ANY MOMENT, AND YET HE MUSTERS A SMILE, BUT IT’S NOT LIKE BEFORE.
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