Love Everlasting

Roana smiled at Safrin, though it didn’t reach her eyes. Not for anything the goddess had done or said, but because her grief was fighting for supremacy. ”This is true.” she conceded. ”Yet it is still a decision I would rather make when I am a bit more…collected, if that is alright?” she asked, not feeling ready to make such a choice now. It felt too sudden, too rushed in the midst of the emotional storm she was currently battling. ”That I don’t know where he is, but wherever he is he is certainly looking for us.” she said with a mirthless laugh, feeling the weight of this burden crashing over her like waves. How did you tell your child their father was not dead, but they could never see him again? Of all the hardships she had overcome in her life, this seemed the most insurmountable. She was supposed to protect her boys, shield them from harm and pain, but this was not something she could truly keep from them. Even now, with her little white lies, her little sprinklings of hope they hurt. She heard their murmurs for their father at night, she saw how they watched other children with their fathers with longing. To know the suffering this would cause them broke her heart anew, and she needn’t wonder which heartbreak hurt worse. ”These are not the sorts of things one ponders explaining to their children when they are still this young.” she said, her voice tight with emotion. ”I don’t know if you have children of your own, but I think a goddess of life would understand more than most why this troubles me so.” To bring something into the world, to create it, to give it life, to know you would do anything for this little life you have made and love it so fully… and to know you are about to bring them such pain; it was true suffering. ”Though, I suppose you did say humans have gotten touchy lately.” roana The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone