Unhinged Throne

The lost

"Whoever said first love never lives long," he said raising his mug in toast "thanks for your harsh wisdom." Downing the last of his pint. Turning towards me, "Reg, my friend. What can I do for you?"
Fingering the handle of the mug "Greying Tower." I took a swig while my good friend gapes and ran through three clearly displayed emotions; confusion, disbelief, and then anger.
"Another." He motion to the waitress and glared at me. As we watch her quickly and skillfully fill his mug. I fidget in my chair, waiting. He was already withdrawing from a bad breakup. When he received his third for the night, he took a swig.
"Marie?" Finally he looked at me but a hint of anger stilled showed.
I had to approach carefully, Derek is usually easy to push over until the moment someone has been done wrong or is about to be harmed, then he is not to be trifled with. Of course, with his height roughly 6'4 and hard earned lean muscle from working the lake, sails, and moving shipments all day gives him a pretty good intimidating view.
"She.....she closed her eyes." Blinking hard to keep the tears from forming. "They said she's too weak, so this time she will die in her sleep." Hating myself for letting my voice crack at the end. She had become so thin over the month...
"When did she..." Derek knew the sickness. It takes your strength away to the point of going into a deep sleep and then starvation.
"Last morning." Taking a deep breath, "I didn't realize.....she....when I woke up she was already gone."
Derek took another drink "Have you picked a place?"
Reaching for my neck, stroking the small pouch that held a lock of hair. "Cliff lake but she always felt like she trapped us here. So she wants us to spread her ashes to the winds."
Derek laughed but I could see some tears in his eyes. "Want me to sing for her?" A bitter-sweet smile cracked.
I crack a smile too and down the rest of my mug, "I think the birds will sing better. "
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Marie did not make it past a week. She had become so fragile looking that I was afraid of moving her to the pyre. Derek stood next to me as we distance ourselves from the pyre while it burned.
"She loved us like we were her big brothers and I hope she knew I loved her too." Derek said, looking solemnly.
"She must have if she wanted me to pass this this to you." It was a beautiful arm band.
He stared wide eyed at the gift, touching it softly. "Haha," tears coming. "She did a great job." He sat down and wept. I sat down, mirroring the same action. We were orphans sent from the city to work. The three of us band together and decided to make a living.
After a while Derek stood up. "I'm singing for her so don't laugh."
Derek began to sing in a language I did not understand. Like I could ever laugh at him, I loved it when he sung. When we first came together, he sung and it hushed the crying and calmed everyone who was waiting to be assigned to an owner. When I asked him where he learned it he simply said, "The slaves I was packed with before I was shipped here." I assumed that he must be from the west since slaves came from the skirmish along the border.
So I sat in the late noon sun, listening to an unknown song, peacefully praying in my head that Marie finds a better place.

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