Everyone fails at something.... right?

The next time we meet will be in the cemetery.

Your horoscope lied, and now I suffer great loss.

When they revealed the identity of the body, I lost it.

If you could borrow my body, in order to live again, would you?

Now I am only met with glowering faces who refuse to remit me of my pain.

Do you remember the waterfall? The place where we admitted to our love? The place we first considered that we may have a future together?

All I can remember now are the doctor's hovering over your still form. All I can remember is when I saw your body on hostile ground, the horse that you rode only feet away.

I killed the monster who killed you. It became my personal project. I had to reverse the damage.

I hope you know that I really tried to save you, but the poison took you too fast. I remember too vividly the black lines growing and expanding across your skin. The rate at which it took you was cruel.

Now my thoughts are scattered to the wind, as I am stuck where they once tried to save you. Reminded of our memories. Maybe in the next life, we will meet again, and again fall in love. I only hope in the next life there will be no war to tear us apart.