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The Foreseer-
No, Zayne loves her. Zayne loves her because there was no loving him if there was no loving her. They bled into each other the same way winter bleeds into spring, the way there is no ending one without beginning the other.
And this was his end and it was not a choice he would regret.
No. for her to continue living, he would give everything he had and pray it was enough. And if it wasn’t? He would have gladly joined her in Death’s embrace.
For once he questioned his purpose, his devotion, to such a cruel deity.
Astra, he pleaded, Let her live. Let her see another winter with me.
As his love’s body grew colder, the warmth seeping from her pale skin, Zayne knew. The same god that let her candle burn out, the same god that had decreed it was her destiny to die, was not a merciful god.
Just as he had burned a new candle for her that night, Zayne took matters into his own hands.