Long tendrils of hair slid down her back. The earth had already come to claim her.
She'd inspired him to be the better man. To never give up. Even as her body disintegrated in his hands, he believed he would find a way to bring her back. She was not dead, just punished for his crimes against nature, his sins, not hers. While he wanted to rage out against the earth, he knew he had no one to blame but himself.
He placed a loving kiss along her forehead. Her eyes closed and the wind whisked her away.
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