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Evening sun filtered through red hair, reflected on warm, smiling eyes. That smile so rarely reached his eyes, save for when we were alone. It makes me happy that it seems to be reserved for me. I cling to that smile selfishly. It is his. And it is mine. No one else's.
His laugh spreads a comforting warmth throughout me, even though he laughs with others. I have forgotten how to laugh, I think. Maybe he knows, and laughs for the both of us. I'll never know, because I'll never ask. That would require me to outwardly admit to my own pain. So instead I'll sit, and I'll listen.
A voice as smooth as silk invades my dreams every night now, but I don't mind. They are a welcome change from the red haze, the harsh clanging of steel on steel. It carries a promise of peace. The vow of a life lived together. It reminds me to look to the future, to fight for the life I dreamed of. For a future I'll grow to be proud of.
Evening sun filters through red hair, reflects on sad brown eyes. It glints off polished armor, off the sharpened steel of a lance. There was no sound but the march of armored boots against dirt, the trot of hooves beside. I remain at his side, as I always have. I remember a promise made long ago, and I pray that we do not see it fulfilled tonight.