T.P.P
He holds his Heart Beat in his hands as her breath declined.
Just before she gives up the ghost, with a silent voice, she utters;
"Falcon Sect."
And she breathes her last, that was it.
She was gone, never to be spoken to again.
Her pretty voice never to be heard again.
He removes the thick gloves of his hands.
He holds her hand, skin to skin.
"Rohli?" He calls out to her as tear flow down his eyes. His voice as heavy a boulder placed on a humans back.
His throat choked up as if his heart was stuck there.
"R... Rohli?" He calls out again, as if in disbelief.
He continued for a while and of course, there was no response each time.
He began crying his heart out.
His tears filled with poison sizzled on her skin as it lands.
He cries over her for about two hours.
After there was no more tear to shed he sits on the ground, his eyes peeled out looking at her dead body before him.
He had covered her up with a blanket.
He was not ready to bury her, but he had to.
