Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #9: "Months"
The months feel like moments. Around me, the silent cacophony continues - a community that we were once part of, but I cannot share, alone. Just knowing how much I've lost tears my heart apart again and again. There is no healing here for me.
Here, I am forced to live in the moment you died, in timeless pain. Uneasily, I exist... no more than that.
So I must leave.
When I depart, leaving you behind, the moments will become months, the years a numb infinity. Somehow, without hope, I must live again.
This is what it means to be dragonless.
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