Dear little one

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Dear little one,
I buried you where I knew you would be happy. Just outside of our great city. The name of it has been long forgotten and the language we spoke is the dust I stand on now looking down at the grave I dug for you. I'm sorry it wasn't the tomb you imagined on the hill your body laid out so the sun could still touch your cheeks. You were happiest in the warmth of the sun, you said it reminded you of your mother when she would kiss you and you could feel the love wash over you. I had hoped you'd feel that when I kissed you too because all I had for you was love and you asked me to give that up. I know I said I would but I can't, not when I still cry out for you in the middle of the night. When I still hear you whispering to me that I'll be alright, that you loved me so I can fall back asleep.
Are you still with me or are you wishing I'd forget your name so you can rest now. I carved your name into your swors, remember. You wanted everyone to know who killed them. You killed me too, remember.
-Death