06-19-2015, 12:30 AM
His throat tightens with each step he takes. He sees them there, Covet, Thorrun, Valkerine. His eyes burn with unshed tears as he swallows convulsively. The only thing he wishes to do is fall to his knees and cry. She had been his first friend, his closest friend. She hadn't ratted him out to his mother when she should have. She had taught him so much, pushed him to be better. And he hadn't been there when she had so clearly needed him, hadn't been able to prove to her that he could do it.
But he does not fall apart. Where he had failed Librette, he would not these girls. The twin girls who looked so much like her. Despite her self-professed aversion to children, she had loved them.
With his heart aching inside his chest and tears burning to run down his cheek, he gives them what comfort her can. Valkerine supports her sister, and he supports her. He would not let her, or Librette, down.
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Librette, you will be missed. Your memory lives on not just in your daughters, but in me. I will not forget you. If you can hear me, know that I will do everything I can to make you proud to have called me friend.
But he does not fall apart. Where he had failed Librette, he would not these girls. The twin girls who looked so much like her. Despite her self-professed aversion to children, she had loved them.
With his heart aching inside his chest and tears burning to run down his cheek, he gives them what comfort her can. Valkerine supports her sister, and he supports her. He would not let her, or Librette, down.
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Librette, you will be missed. Your memory lives on not just in your daughters, but in me. I will not forget you. If you can hear me, know that I will do everything I can to make you proud to have called me friend.