“Are you afraid?” he asks me. At first I want to tell him that I am. But then I think of the night I asked him if he feared death. I fear only what it may take from me, he told me. I realize that there is nothing that death can take from me, now. The only thing I need is here. I have left my mark upon the world. I have written a new story. And I have him. Love is worth creating for. Worth dying for. “No,” I answer. Together we turn to the door. Together we will cross it. Together we will conquer the next unknown. His hand reaches out for me. His lips curl into a sad smile. “Come home, Aefe,”
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