#aredhele

Vynlorin threaded his fingers behind his back and stole a glance of the sky. “How dreadful would the world be if it was eternally night, and yet how much do we enjoy the stars after suffering the heat of the sun?” His gaze returned downward. “There is an intricate balance of all things in life and in nature. Even with the chaos of the Nether, the Void whispers sweet lullabies. Mortals would do well to learn from how the universe weaves itself around us... Don’t forget that, Aredhele. This is truly a wickedly wonderful world indeed.”

Nivathostin found every last bit of strength in his existence to stand there solid as he was, unmoving until she stepped deeper into the room. The door frame set them apart in two different worlds, and they might never step foot in the same world again. It was an awful parting, and as long as she stood on the other side of that door, he had the mind the he could truly leave. With distance between them, he offered one last word strangled in pain as it cut through the knot in his throat.

“Goodbye, Aredhele.”

And just like that, the shadows took him. His figure disappeared into the night, and somehow the rogue had the strength to hold back his sorrow long enough to grieve away from her ears. He would grieve long and hard that night, but he would do it alone where the darkness of the world could whisper sweet nothings into his bleeding soul.