you're the pulse that I've always needed (any)

[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth “You died,” he tells her, and the words fall more easily than he had expected them too. He’s been repeating them to himself like a mantra for the past decade though; their ease should not surprise him. “I couldn’t save you.” He had tired – oh how he had tried – but she remained still. He had built the monument around her, a reminder to them all that Lea was there, that she would not be forgotten. Errant can just see it over her shoulder, perched on the crest of a hill, but with no central shrine there is no purpose for it. “I’ve missed you,” he says, as though he has not said just as much without words. Errant does not like that she has pulled away - he would prefer to feel her warm beside him – but he does not pressure her. He meets her orange-flecked eyes with his own, and he smiles more genuinely than he has in years. He had lost all hope he would see her again, and though he has continued to try, he has always considered his effort to be in vain. They were payback, he had been telling himself, strain on his part for the brief time of happiness that he had been able to experience. In the back of his mind he has been processing Lea’s confusion, her disorientation, the images of a greenish stallion that he can see beside her. No time has passed for her, he realizes, her ‘death’ has only just occurred. “You were gone for twelve years,” He tells her, and his voice is low, gentle. That is a long time to be away, he thinks, but an even longer time to suffer. “Do you remember anything?” e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her

I think it’s been twelve BQ years, right? O.o
If not, just pretend he said however many it’s actually been =P