𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 ━━ 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

15 Ghost

EDDA and Seraphina stood on the edge of the small boat, the vast expanse of the ocean stretching endlessly before them. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the water, creating a serene yet somber backdrop for the heart-wrenching task at hand. Aeron's lifeless body, wrapped in a shroud, lay at their feet, ready for its final descent into the depths. Edda's eyes were red and swollen from tears, her expression a mix of grief and steely determination. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, almost suffocating in its intensity. 

A memory flashed through her mind—a quiet evening when Aeron had bandaged her wounds after a mission. He had looked at her with such love and tenderness, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You'll never have to find out what it's like without me," he had said.

But now, she did have to find out. And she would face this new reality with the same strength and determination that he had always admired in her. For Aeron, for the love they had shared, she would continue on this path of vengeance, no matter the cost.

She reached out, her hand trembling as she gently placed the bracelet she had once worn on top of Aeron's body, a symbol of their bond and a poignant farewell. It was a gesture laden with meaning, a promise, and a goodbye all at once.

"Are you ready?" Seraphina's voice was soft, her usual bravado tempered by the solemnity of the occasion. She placed a comforting hand on Edda's shoulder, offering silent support.

Edda nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "He deserves this... he deserves peace."

With a final, lingering look at Aeron, Edda stepped back, allowing Seraphina to take over. Together, they carefully lifted the shrouded body, the ocean's breeze ruffling the fabric as they maneuvered Aeron to the edge of the boat. Edda closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tried to steady herself. Her mind flashed with memories—Aeron's laughter, his unwavering support, the quiet moments they had shared. Each memory was a dagger to her heart, a reminder of what she had lost.

She remembered the way his laughter would fill the room, a sound so pure and joyful that it could chase away the darkest clouds. His voice echoed in her mind, soft and comforting, always knowing the right thing to say to soothe her fears. "We'll get through this together, Edda. I promise." The words, once a source of comfort, now felt like cruel echoes of a past that was forever out of reach.

Her thoughts drifted to the countless nights they had spent in each other's arms, wrapped in the warmth of their love. She could still feel his touch, the gentle way he would caress her cheek, his fingers tracing the contours of her face as if memorizing every detail. "I love you," he would whisper, his breath warm against her skin. Those words had been her lifeline, grounding her in a world that often felt chaotic and unpredictable.

She remembered the way he would hold her close, his embrace a sanctuary where she could find solace. The memory of his arms around her, strong and protective, made her heart ache with longing. "You're safe with me," he had always assured her. But now, without him, she felt exposed and vulnerable, the world a hostile place devoid of the safety he had provided.

Their quiet moments together were the ones she cherished most. The simple pleasures of sharing a meal, the comfort of sitting in silence, knowing they didn't need words to communicate their love. Aeron had a way of making even the most mundane activities feel special. "Just being with you is enough," he had told her once, his eyes filled with adoration.

Edda's mind replayed the night he had bandaged her wounds, his hands gentle yet firm, his touch infused with love and care. "You'll never have to find out what it's like without me," he had said, his gaze unwavering. She had believed him, trusted in his promise. But now, that trust felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of the fragility of the world they had built together.