“I want to be with you forever”, you said as we hunkered down in our little room, surviving on love and wine and promises. Spring brought poetry, red roses, pale sunlight and misty nights that lingered in your hair long after we returned home from memorizing ancient alleys and elegant plazas, slightly drunk, completely in love.
Along the way to our forever, it drowned in the storm of your fears. Unsteady, you stumbled on the rubble of your kingdom and realised you had been born and raised for sacrifice. Before you left, you made sure to leave the corpse of our forever on the bed we’d no longer share.
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