Notes
“Will you come with me?” he asked.
The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.
“Yes,” I whipsered. “Yes.”
1 comment on i would know him in death
jyes96 June 13, 2014
love it!
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