Enigma

by RuNyx

Death was a curious thing. Planned or unplanned, mitigated or unmitigated, cruel or comfortable, it was the only universal truth that everyone lied about.

People, especially those coming from the families that attended this university, loved their gossip like they loved nothing else. Anything that diverted their attention from their own hollow lives and offered distraction was welcomed.

“This is the name of the man I loved and married. The name of a legacy I became a part of. The name of children I carried in my womb. People can take our lives, our homes, our reputations, but they cannot take our names. No matter what tragedies we face, what we lose, this name stays with us.”