tw: angst. feyre and soap do not have kids in this one.
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feyre stood there with gaz, price, and ghost as they look out onto the horizon.
"he was the strongest." price began sadly.
"the toughest." added gaz, holding his hat against his chest with his eyes closed.
"he'dve fought the world barehanded..." ghost finished to the men.
feyre stayed silent for a moment. "he was the most amazing man and lover. i wouldn't have changed him for the world."
she swallowed softly as she bent down and grabbed his urn. the necklace she wore had some of soap's ashes in it. tears prodded her ducts as she held in her shaky hands. ghost gently grips it and helps her.
"who dares wins..." price began as he looked around his team. "sleep easy soldier..."
gaz took a deep breath. "see you down under, brother." feyre felt the tears falling down her cheeks. "we'll take it from here."
"rest in peace, johnny," ghost spoke quietly.
feyre's voice stammered softly. "i love you, my scot..." she whispered sadly as ghost opened the urn and feyre poured his ashes over the edge.
they all stood there in silence as feyre silently sobbed.
after a while, feyre was at home and it was silent. she assured the men she would be fine and laid in bed. her heart breaking and breaking.
she lost her soulmate...
slowly, her eyes began to close as tears fell down her cheeks. feyre accepting what is.
can you die from a broken heart?
