They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never love
at all. But what if it’s your fault your love is lost, through your betrayal?
The one had hoped to make him change; instead he saw him die. The other hoped
to hide away; instead the strangers caught him by the fire. And now both knew
they’d done what neither ever dreamed to do. He who they loved had died.
In
sudden dark, in aching gloom, in terrors of the night, one killed himself. The
other, waiting still, survived and saw him rise. But could he love again?
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