The Last Goodbye

[GoddessofNight 112]

 

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“The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.”  Marco Tullius Cicero

 

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The day was slowly coming to an end, the moon rising as the sun faded across the horizen. The cold of winter gently caressing on the ones who were still moving out and about in the grove. While most went inside for warmth, one person in particular would have herself moving towards the playground. Her copper-red gaze would look towards random spots, memories flooding her mind of one person and one alone.

 

They had met when they were the age of ten and had been inseparable. They loved one another for many years and, for Enara, it was a love that would never fade. She could remember the first time they confessed to one another, she could remember each time they kissed or held hands. Enara remembered it all. He was there for her on her darkest days and she was there for his. However, happiness always seems to fade one way or another.

 

She sighed as she found herself at the swings. It only took a few more moments before her feet would continue to carry her somewhere else. Enara had something to do...and she had to find the perfect spot.

 

Enara could still hear his heartbeat against her ear as they laid together in the grass on a warm summer’s day. ‘That will never happen again..’ she thought as she walked into the forest. The night grew colder...and colder...and colder still, but the young dark elf didn’t seem to mind one bit.

 

‘I’ll be cold, myself, soon.’ Enara’s mind would mutter, her eyes looking about. She found the tree her and Nerrin had sat under. The place where their love had blossomed, turning into a more mature relationship. “Here is perfect...the place where I knew he and I would have been together forever.” she spoke in a whisper, afraid someone might have heard her.

 

She would then sit, pulling out a few parchments of paper and writing utensils, such as a quill and ink pot. Enara would unscrew the lid and dunked her quill, soon writing a note.

 

“To my dearest Maln and Haelun,

 

I am sorry for the problems I have caused you in the past. I know this is probably the reason why you have disappeared from my life. I wanted so badly to fix things, to be a family again. I ruined that, much like I ruined a lot of things for us. I promise that will not be an issue anymore. Maln, you are strong and I admire you. You are kind and gentle, but you are a leader. Please, do not lose that about yourself. Don’t lose your heart in times of darkness. The Warhawkes need a strong leader, like you. Be the best you can be, I will be watching you every step of the way, Maln. I love you, so very much.

 

Haelun, I wish for you find it in your heart to forgive me. I treated you terribly when you returned and I know it was just out of spite. I never wanted it to be like that and, for a time, I thought it was all fixed. I love you, Haelun. Please be there for Maln.

 

Van’ayla,

Enara Ba’ikana”

 

Enara would then fold the note, slowly moving to pin it to her blouse. She would then move once more to write a letter. One more goodbye.

 

“To my Maliyu,

 

I am sorry for everything I have done in our relationship. I am sorry for getting jealous, I am sorry for being gone. I even feel sorry for existing. I never wanted sadness or pain for you, but I feel like within these past few years that is all I have ever done. You are my only love. You were always there for me when my parents were not. You kept me sane, Nerrin. You shown me how love is suppose to be.

 

Do not blame yourself, do not. That is the only thing I ask when you find out what I have done. I wish for peace, since I am now alone in this world. I wish for you to have happiness with whoever you find. I wish happiness for you in everything you do in the years to come.

 

I meant what I said. I will love you until my dying day. Until my last breath.

 

With love for all eternity,

Enara Ba’ikana.”

 

With the last letter written and pinned to her blouse, both titled ‘To Maln and Haelun’ and ‘To Nerrin’, the young elven woman would slowly lift herself up and climbed the tree. Once she got to a high enough branch, she would tie a rope to it...and then around her neck.

 

“I am sorry.”

 

After she uttered those words, Enara would jump. She did not feel it when her neck snapped. She did not feel the coldness of winter upon her skin anymore.

 

All she felt…..was peace. An eternal peace on the day of her birth.

 

Enara Ba’ikana

20th Deep Cold, 1581 to 20th Deep Cold, 1615

 

 

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“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.”

William Shakespeare

 

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[Remyy 952]

  The Haelun of Nerrin swore under her breath as she learnt of the news, sinking back down into her seat of the chair she rested in while staring at the beaming sky. She shook her head, keeping her lips thinned and unreadable, "Nerrin's ex-lover killed herself. I believe our son may need someone to talk to- who is not my haelun." She spoke to her wife in a casual manner, before sighing. She had played a critical role in the death, but seeing as it hurt her oem'ii there were no regrets. "Andria!" She shouted again huffing.

[DrinkPesticide 52]

Nerrin himself would slip the letter mailed to him from the Delevoye letter box shortly after his ex-maliyu had padded off to do the deed, moving to shift inside to plop himself down at the desk with a quiet grunt. The lad fumbled at the seal of the letter, his brow furrowing further and further as he dragged his gaze down the letter, his lower lip shuddering as he finally finished his little read, slumping back his chair, a lazy grip upon the note.

"I..." He began, letting the final piece of writing he'd ever receive from Enara slip from his grasp. His gaze simply fell to the floor, a hand moving to blindfold himself, remaining silent for the next few hours.

[Nekkore 641]

Rina looks up at the sky as she shakes her head. "I wonder who is next..." She lightly mutters as she walks fowards, hoping that the past isn't going to strike her down.

[claireanne 191]

It was a natural habit for Zyvia to check the mail each morning, idly flipping through each letter and placing them on the table for her husband to review: they were hardly ever for her. But this morning was different from the rest. The first two letters were addressed to Erolas, but the third caught her eye. “To Maln and Haelun” it read, written in the scrawling penmanship she recognized immediately. Without a thought she tore open the letter, scanning its contents. She did not know what she expected to find, but she did not expect what she found.

“To my dearest Maln and Haelun,

I am sorry for the problems I have caused you in the past. I know this is probably the reason why you have disappeared from my life. I wanted so badly to fix things, to be a family again. I ruined that, much like I ruined a lot of things for us. I promise that will not be an issue anymore.”

Her brows furrowed. “We wanted her to be more independent..” Her thoughts began to wander, not concentrated on the words in front of her eyes addressed to her husband.

“Haelun, I wish for you find it in your heart to forgive me. I treated you terribly when you returned and I know it was just out of spite. I never wanted it to be like that and, for a time, I thought it was all fixed. I love you, Haelun. Please be there for Maln.”

Suddenly, everything pulled together at once, hitting her like a thousand pounds of brick.

“I promise that will not be an issue anymore.”

She turned this phrase over and over in her mind, hoping and praying to the Aspects that it was not true.
But she knew it was.

She staggered to the front door of their home, barely opening it with shaking hands. Her voice was soft and hoarse, calling out, “Erolas?”

Her vision blurred with tears, handing the letter out to her partner as she collapsed to the ground.

“It was never your fault.”

[ChaoticallyCheshire 637]

Upon hearing the news, Arabella's heart would painfully clench as memories flew by her eyes. A death of a daughter, what a heart shattering event, but by the hand of herself would make it indescribable for the parents. 

 

Ara knows this much. She'd clench the letter, pushing the thoughts of her little girl and Elora out of her mind as she'd go to comfort her grandson.

 

"May she rest peacefully in whatever afterlife she believed in"