Extinguished

[Adrenaline]

 

 

Within the renowned tavern known as the Muscled Maiden, a somber Sarradian stays tucked away in a secluded corner of the establishment. Messily sprawled atop the table he sat before was a collection of letters. Torn from an orange seal that previously bound it. Engraved upon it was an insignia reminiscent of Esshar's celestials; his shining star.

 

The messages were concise, timid, and often unfinished. Never did they reach their intended recipient, the delightfully flamboyant delinquent he'd cherished over the decades. Lit was a bundle of incense. Embers so fickle rose, burning silently with naught a crackle to be heard.

 

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Are you going to the dance with anyone? Oh.. you're going to spike the punch?

 

I pulled a few cards that'd be a good addition to your deck. We should meet again and duel sometime.

 
Have you settled into your home in Achyon yet? I've moved back into mine and everything seems so drab compared to our dorm. Help me decorate it, pretty please?

 

Fashion Time released a new line of clothing. Let's go shopping.

 

I've learned a new recipe. Want to come over and take a taste sometime? Mom always wanted to meet you.

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Messages of unrequited love written in adolescent days, nestled beneath a freshly-inked farewell. Grievances never expressed nor shared— for her sake.

I knew this day would come. A day where I wouldn't be there. A day when Alexei would dispose of you. I wished upon my luckiest stars, hoped at every corner

At your wedding, I felt happiness. They held such importance to the Docros. You commited yourself to him, and he in return. You were meant to be loved, unconditionally, 'til death did you part. There were seven children that needed a mother.

Yet, his myopic lust held greater value. You were kicked to the curb, beaten blue and swept under the rug. All in a single day. Like some kind of accessory meant to be toyed with.

I'd say to rest well, but I know better. You always spoke in your sleep, rolled around and even kicked. You shone with every step; brighter than any star. You exerted confidence, seemed lively in every waking moment. I remember standing at the mirror, alone, practicing to be more like you.

The spirits'll treat you well. They'll all be excited to see you. I just wish I could. One final time.

Burn bright, Natasha

  
 

Billowing a gentle haze as it's set afire. Extinguished abruptly by the potent flood of tears he shed. Through suppressed sobs he gathered the ashes within his palm, gingerly departing from his seat to reach the open air.
 
Releasing them to the winds, tearfully watching as they take to the skies. On a journey to reach her in unrequited correspondence. Gingerly, he reentered the pub and claimed a seat at its counter. His order muttered to the barmaid...
 

"One Sodynym Sinner, please."