A Tale Of Love

Kavan.

Fyn fell limply in his arms.

There was nothing but silence. Kavan was still staring at the villagers of Gashea. He could feel blood pumping to his head, could feel his heart beating erratically. What just happened? What was happening? He licked his lips, still unsure of what just unfolded right in front of his eyes.

Surely not, he thought.

Surely not, he prayed.

Not Fyn.

Please, he prayed again, silently, the thought repeating inside of his head in repeat. Not Fyn.

With widened eyes and his mouth agape, he looked down. He watched as Fyn's blood seeped through his blouse. What was once white and clean was now stained with deep red. A red that was still spreading on his blouse like a paint on a canvas.

For a second, Kavan thought his blouse had always been red, but that was impossible, wasn't it?

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