His last words came echoing back to her…

“ Promise me, Drea, to go on without me. Find...yourself, Drea. Life's too precious to waste.”

Their tears had fallen thick and fast…

“ Promise me, Drea…”

There was a moment of silence. "I love..."

But the phrase had never been completed. For suddenly, Trev's body had gone limp, his head collapsing on top of Drea's as his limbs rolled over in the grass. His heart was silenced forever as Trevanith left the earth.

Her tears had increased and she felt numb to everything; the scents no longer laced along her tongue, their taste forgotten in her mind. She had trembled as she sensed his spirit rising, leaving – forever.

“I can’t promise anything, Trev,” she whispered, “There’s no use going on if you’ve nowhere to go to.”

Promise me…

-x-

Excerpts from roleplays by me, Christine, and my friend Nikki. For those who don't know the story, Trev was killed and Drea is now grief stricken because she loved him. Basically, in this picture, she's thinking and imagining him, which is why he is slightly transparent - he's a memory, or an echo, or whatever, but he only exists now in Drea's mind.

Drea (c) Nikki
Trev and Art (c) Me
Writing (c) Both of us