" Rogue , next time when we see again ... will you marry me? " Such a soft voice before she would fade into oblivion, she was scared of leaving him but not of what came next, she wanted to do this. Next time for sure they would be together ... for sure.
Those eyes were already s t a i n e d red with the soul-twisting sorrow of having lost his love a second time;; voice gradually having gone raw from screams of protest against her desires. Now there was only left the weakest of cries, barley making it’s way past such quivering lips.
Weeks prior were spent denying and denying again that the moment would come when she’d want to leave for good. Meeting her again in this delicate form had reminded him of the happiness shared with o n l y her presence. Those years to follow her death were nothing but empty ones . . .
How could he come to terms with her absence?
Softly . . . those trembling fingers would reach out to touch what could not have any longer physically been there;; caressing her cheek so desperately as finally fingers fell to trace her lips. The urge to bury himself in her scent and just disappear along with her was as ever present as this burning pain in his heart.
“ ------ Of course . . . I’d marry you.
I’d love and cherish your existence until my death . . .
I wouldn’t . . . ever again, fail to protect you ------- ”
Calling your name in the midnight hour; Reaching for you from the endless dream. So many miles between us now . . . But you are always here with me.