In the end, he couldn’t understand anything but physical comfort. In the end, it was only her touch and her arms wrapped around him that kept him calm, that quelled his angry, confused lashing out, or his unbearable howling. In the end, not even her love could save him.
He had been so great. So strong. So powerful. But nothing could stop the deterioration. There was no magic nor medicine originating on Azeroth that would reverse, or even slow, the unraveling of his mind. And it was unraveling itself quickly.
Through bruises and bites, she begged him not to go. She pleaded for him to never leave her again. He would whimper in his sleep, and she would gently caress his sweat-slick head and watch his limbs twitch as he dreamed. Her tears stained his face when she kissed him and whispered his names, the names of her dearest friends.
In the end, he was gone. Not even a body left behind the mourn over. In the end, she held herself and his memory and wished that she might die so the pain would ease. And in the end, as her world went black and she slipped into dreams he was there, a cosmic memory, telling her that she would be okay.
