Had you told me that I would be kneeling here before my gods upon a crested room, weeping and pleading for my lover, I would not believe you.
Have I been told that I would stand here, fighting for my love, for my country and my pride, I'd deny you with stubbornness and bewilderment upon my voice.
Had I known that I’d have to fight for my lover once more, to earn his respect.
His trust.
To gain his love all over, I’d scoff.
If you were to tell me that I’d have to choose between a lover and my pride, as I stand silent upon my decision.
Had I known that I would be standing here, once more upon the tomb of my lover, a more secluded, solemn place where nothing but the birds and the dead can hear my prayer.
If I had known my fate.
His fate.
If I listened, maybe we would have been happier.
If I knew the prophecy of the future, of what the ballizars had foretold among whispers.
Learning to love again is the hardest part of living.
I wish I had been told my future.
So I could go back in time and shape it into what It could be and not what it is.
I wish I had done more to protect him, to save him and keep him by my side.
If it hadn't been for that night and stupid decisions, I wouldn't be kneeling, praying and begging as the whispers grow.
It grows cold and I begin to shiver, my tears are the only company to keep me closure as I throw out empty apologies.
Empty promises.
If I could love you once more I would.
I stay on my knees as I beg for your love and forgiveness. Cold tile staining my knees.
Had I known I’d miss you more than before, I would have told you I love you.
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When the sun falls
Fantasy[ONGOING.] When a war erupts between the Ravolian Empire and the Kingdom of Pylos, things go tragically wrong for the drunken prince, Amaris. Celebrating victory with an unwelcomed silence, a blissful walk leads to the horrors of the prince's right...
