Send me “NO!!” for the last words/thoughts from my muse as they sacrifices themselves for yours.
It was warm today, a soothing summer breeze had swept in from the north easing the warm summer humidity just enough to make it bearable. Heh, wind from the north — fitting. Perhaps the old man did care.
He… or Snow. The choice was simple — was always simple. Love was not a word that Bigby used to describe snow. Using love to describe Snow was akin to using warmth to describe the sun, or something as quaint as ‘unimaginably large,’ to describe the entire universe. No, he didn’t love Snow. Love no longer covered his emotions in that regarded.
He breathed her like she was oxygen, like she was the only thing upon the depths of the universe that allowed him to continue existing. She was the only thing that made life worth living, the only thing that allowed him to continually draw breath as if every single beat of his heart was tied to her very existence. No, he didn’t love Snow.
He slept within her existence like she was the embrace of the very universe itself, as if she were the only thing in existence, she was existence — the very embodiment of the universe. She was his sun and stars, and dark matter, and life giving energy. She was his very life, his very soul, his very essence. Every single moment without her was sheer agony, a moment where lungs couldn’t draw breath, hearts couldn’t beat and nerves couldn’t function. No, he didn’t love Snow. He existed for her.
Bigby Wolf, gruff and tough Sheriff of Fabletown was nothing, nothing, without Snow White. He was like a character written by a great author, existing only for the sole reason of the words upon the page. Snow White was the book, and he was little more than the words that clung to the pages by little more than ink pressed from a pen. The choice was simple.
He, or Snow. He smiled at her from the precipice of the mountain, the great creature waiting below. Perhaps Oblivion waited, perhaps death, perhaps something else. “I regret nothing,” He said softly, his eyes meeting hers in an embrace that could have never been matched by a kiss or an intimate embrace. An eternity of emotions passed through one simple gesture before the moment was broken and he stepped backwards towards the edge of the great cliff.
The beast below roared. One life. One great life and it would be gone, snuffed from existence. And yet no-one would know. The great memory eater, swallowing entire lives whole, leaving no trace. Snow would be the only one to remember who Bigby Wolf was, all that would remain would be the stories of the Big, Bad Wolf of the homelands, swallowed up by a great beast for his crimes.
He smiled at her, perhaps someone else would have cried. But no. He, or Snow. His life for Snows. It seemed like a fair trade, by his standards anyway.
As he spread his arms and fell backwards towards the great beast, he closed his eyes and smiled. He hoped wherever he would go after this, that he wouldn’t forget her. Let him die, let everything good he did be wiped from history. Just don’t let him forget her.
His life… for Snow. It was never even a question in his mind. There was no other right answer. As he hurtled towards his destination one last breath escaped his lips, a great wind that enveloped his Alabaster bride’s body in a warm loving embrace that would stay with her for the rest of her life.
