01-20-2026, 03:22 AM
I had love, just for a few moments.
This world is not fair, and it is not kind.
And then, it was robbed from me.
I am sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Mera.
An unlikely encounter, one spurred by an off-handed mention of a vaguely familiar name. A missive that becomes a meeting, and a pilgrimage to a land she had never step foot upon.
Like a protective paladin, the girl had been under her ward for only a short time. Even when an uncharted memory is brought to the surface, she finds comfort in her.
Yet, still, her heart, as frail as it was, still beat with a renewed purpose. She didn't know it at the time. She had never felt this way before.
Shelving this emotion to study it, she tries to understand why it was her heart pulsed. Why she wanted to see her. Why she felt happier by her.
Love was not something she understood or remembered in this way, but it was love that she felt.
Every moment with her became like that of paradise. She didn't need to speak, she didn't need to think of her past, she didn't need anything more than her presence.
Never did she believe that this could happen. Never did she think that what little she knew of in this life would be robbed from her.
Each moment became a memory.
Then she, too, became a memory, one that she adored. One that she grieved.
How many words were left unspoken by the mute girl? How many futures had just evaporated? How was she meant to live on like this?
Hate them. Mourn her. But do not drown in it, little Mera. Stay afloat.
... I miss you already.
Just one more time.
I'm sorry that you never heard my voice.
The mute girl lets go of all of her tears,
all of her anger and zeal, all of her sorrows,
and tries to live on. To love again. To live on.
She's mired by a grief so deep that it hurts mine heart.
Yet... she is not lost. Not by any metric.
All she needs is a little time.
This world is not fair, and it is not kind.
And then, it was robbed from me.
I am sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Mera.
An unlikely encounter, one spurred by an off-handed mention of a vaguely familiar name. A missive that becomes a meeting, and a pilgrimage to a land she had never step foot upon.
Like a protective paladin, the girl had been under her ward for only a short time. Even when an uncharted memory is brought to the surface, she finds comfort in her.
Yet, still, her heart, as frail as it was, still beat with a renewed purpose. She didn't know it at the time. She had never felt this way before.
Shelving this emotion to study it, she tries to understand why it was her heart pulsed. Why she wanted to see her. Why she felt happier by her.
Love was not something she understood or remembered in this way, but it was love that she felt.
Every moment with her became like that of paradise. She didn't need to speak, she didn't need to think of her past, she didn't need anything more than her presence.
Never did she believe that this could happen. Never did she think that what little she knew of in this life would be robbed from her.
Each moment became a memory.
Then she, too, became a memory, one that she adored. One that she grieved.
How many words were left unspoken by the mute girl? How many futures had just evaporated? How was she meant to live on like this?
Hate them. Mourn her. But do not drown in it, little Mera. Stay afloat.
... I miss you already.
Just one more time.
I'm sorry that you never heard my voice.
The mute girl lets go of all of her tears,
all of her anger and zeal, all of her sorrows,
and tries to live on. To love again. To live on.
She's mired by a grief so deep that it hurts mine heart.
Yet... she is not lost. Not by any metric.
All she needs is a little time.