She touches her amber pendant just once more.

Their love is locked within, against the ravages of time.

She wants to pull her heart from her chest and rub it in his ashes but must wait till the deed is done. The first man she ever loved is burning. He’ll never call her his little girl again.

Her tears and prayers will never console her now but she tries anyway. Every drop feels forced and each sob hurts more than the last. On the pyre he lays, in the flame’s ethereal jaws, a mass of blackened flesh. She wants to remember his hands embracing her, the perfect mortal god who held her close at night. Two glistening eyes, a strong face and a heart that would beat in tune with hers…

The world tells her to move on but is it foolish to grieve when all the good in your world is lot? Never wanting to taste Oblivion’s sweet waters, she cries.

She touches her amber pendant just once more.

Their love is locked within, against the wretched ravages of flowing time.

She wants to pull her heart from her chest and rub it in his ashes but must wait till the deed is done. The first man she ever loved is burning.

He’ll never call her his little girl again.

She touches her pendant but her tears have dried. Darkness settles on her sad ghost of a smile. Smoke dances against her nose and the wind whispers his name one last time. No sun or moon can pierce the desolation. She cannot break away. Nature does not weep with her and she cries alone. There will be no cleansing rain and no gods listen to her sorrow.

One more deity is in their pantheon, the only one she held dear.

Her sobs are lost on nothingness, on a dying flame burning over bare ashes. Her soul is gone now with the final cloud of smoke…no sun or moon can pierce the black desolation.

Not even electric amber light.

She touches her amber pendant just once more.

Their love is locked within, against the wretched ravages of flowing time.

She wants to pull her heart from her chest and rub it in his ashes but must wait till the deed is done. The first man she ever loved is burning.

He’ll never call her his little girl again.

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