You have shed your armour and fallen, exposing yourself to a wound that is beyond our healing skills.

I have willingly followed you to this fate, aware of the curse we are drawing upon ourselves, defiant at the stone-cold face of it. This moment is not the end of our separate longing, but the beginning of a parting, a forever we cannot alter.

Yet as I gather you in my arms, cradling your weight against my heartbeat, I know we have built a new stronghold for ourselves. We are both defeated, but I would not have it any other way.

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