Her face was as white as the linen of the bed she lay in.
Ice blue eyes looked up to him, in pain, in fear and in hope.
“Sail with me!” her words only a whisper, her lips almost colourless. Her hands had no real pressure as she reached for his.
“I can’t! My time has not yet come” He could see the pain in her eyes, at his words, but he could not change his mind, no matter how much he wished to stay at her side. He still had a part to play in the history of this place.
Their paths lead into different directions, and once again, a loved one was taken from him by the hands of destiny
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