Journal Entry - Andro
“Embrace death as a lover, for She alone can be your eternal bride”.
The words seared through his mind as he could feel their truth stinging so deep, coursing through his veins setting his soul alight. He was alone in the crypt, sitting on the cold stones with his faces hidden within his gloved palms. The gloves gave his skin a soft caress, a strange warmth that he needed so much in that moment.
Outside, rain’s small droplets kissed the ground, softening it with their moisture. It was spring, but the sky was still crying in an attempt to bring the land back to life. For him that mattered so very little in those moments when he was resting by her side.
“My eternal bride” he whispered raising his gaze, his tearful eyes that she used to call “his deer eyes”. His eyes sought out and found the name on the grave … Andromyda Siriel Skye … a name everyone had forgotten, but a name written in diamond in his soul. It was all good, because nobody ever came to the stone-carved grave. When we stepped inside, it was just the two of them and as he sat there, he could almost feel her presence, comforting him, kissing away the tears.
He remember their first time together, when a scared girl came to his school of fencing. A scared little girl, running away from home, but holding enough pride to learn fighting skills and survive on her own in the sometimes cruel world of Syree. Her mother died in the war against Nocturnis and thus she enjoyed his storytelling about the victories in the war.
After that she became his shadow and he did his best to hurt her, as if he was praying on her tears. When she became an emotional wreck, he took her in his arms and they both fled to a land of peace to build a life together.
“Where a man heals, he loves” said an old Tou Shirou proverb and he knew it was all true. Their love burned so brightly that hardly anything else mattered. “Elves love differently” she used to say “for us time flows differently, years are minutes and thus we always strive for things that do not perish”.
The house they built was still there, adorned in green and dark colors, symbol of the two worlds that come together in that place. She was his light and he was her night, thus was the nature of things and the bond knew such perfection that they felt nothing could keep them apart.
“When light becomes perfect, it turns to darkness”, was another Tou Shirou saying and again it was true. Their time of perfection wasn’t meant to last as death swiftly took Andro in one faithful night. He never found out what happened then and had little idea who could have been behind it.
His body tensed and began to tremble at the memories. Sparkling streams began once more to run down his cheeks as he stood up to walk and receive rain’s embrace. A last sad glance of his dark eyes turned around to where his heart was deeply buried.
“We’ll be together again, one sweet day my love … yes we will”