The black night seeped through the cracks in the stone home, casting a low glow through the room, making shadows criss cross against the walls. With a faint movement, the shadow becomes a hand,
stretching, flexing, fingers grasping at empty air. A groan escapes and shatters the silence. He's alone. He knows he is. Yet through the silence, he can feel her. The emptiness is still filled with her memory.
His life. His heart. It ceased to beat with the ending of hers. Now all that remains of her are memories that are forever etched in his soul and the constant physical reminders of their love.

The cloak she loved to drape around her slender body as she paced through their home. The brush he used to watch flow through her dark hair. Transfixed by the grace of her movements. The cup. The golden cup he had commissioned for her on the anniversary of her birth. Etched so beautifully by the most expert craftsman, with a roaring dragon, wings spread around the surface, embracing a single rose in its talons.

She had shed a tear when she had seen it. Smiled wide before she had flung her arms around his neck. He could still smell her spite the aroma of burning wood from the fireplace behind him. She had used only that cup ever since. Her last sip of water had been from that cup.

He hated that cup.

With a burst of fury, he flung all his grief, sorrow, anger, all the agony that had consumed him at her loss, into one mighty thrust. The cup flew from the room, past the window, over the balcony and into the sky before plummeting to the water below. Forever to rest in the depths of the waves.

With a final wail, and a promise to carry her forever in his heart. He joined the gold gilded dragon, and at last, his only love.

#love #loss #romantic #fantasy
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