He would be a balm, a reprieve from all the darkness. A sweet, delicate bloom that stayed rooted deep in the earth in the eye of a swirling storm of death and rage. I would make sure of it—I would make sure that my memories of him were never lost. I would make them the brightest spot in my mind. But first, we had our lives to make all of those memories. We still had many, many years left, and I planned to spend all of them with him.
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