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June 22 - June 25, 2024
“I love you,” I whispered as I left him. “Until the stars stop shining,” he responded.
“I was not made for skirts, Father. I was made for swords.”
Ophelia Tavania Alabath, his promise echoed in my mind, memories of soft kisses brushing across each of my cheeks, my partner in life, from this day forward. I offer my heart, my soul, and my hand, that all will be yours until the Spirits beckon us into darkness.
My head sank against the wall, giving into the sleep my body craved as thoughts of her danced through my head. I hoped she was happy tonight, the radiant smile gracing her face, softening her exquisite features. “Happy birthday, Ophelia,” I breathed into the still air. I’d like to think she felt it.
