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love as light as a featherNorway turned his tired gaze upwards to the sky, not at all bothered but the snow lightly falling on his face and in his half-closed eyes.
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The sky was awefully gray, he noted, the sun not shining, or even seen. Not that it was often this time at the year. This was standard weather. Nothing more, nothing less.
Denmark sat looking into the see, seeing the gray sky reflecled by the still glassy water, watching the clouds that currently let water fall, nonstop. He was drenched to the bone, not that he even cared, only one thing, one person was on his mind. The person he loved more than everyone else. The one.
But the one had left him, apparently he wasn't good enough, not for 'him'. But he understood it perfectly well, no one was as perfect as him, he didn't deserve him. But he just couldn't imagine a life without his light, his only real sorce of happyness.
But he loved him enough to let him go. He was a wild bird, not tame. He couldn't be held in a cage, or in a relationship for that mat
EternalThe air was crisp and cold. His breath swirled in the air as he walked down the path, past rows and rows of gravestones and cemetery plots. It had snowed earlier in the week, but most of the snow had since melted. He stopped in front of a gravestone and smiled distantly to himself, wiping the small pile of snow off the rock, clearing it from the engraved letters reading "Jeanne Romée Bonnefoy." Just as she had requested in her last letter to him. "In case I do not come back," she'd written, "please put your name on my grave as well, my love. Yours always, Jeanne."
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They'd thrown her remains into the Seine, and she had no true grave. He'd bought a large plot at a cemetery in Orleans. A place to mourn. To think about her. Someone had said that a grave would bring him closure, so he could move on. But he knew he would never forget and move on from Jeanne. He'd buried a dress she'd left in her quarters in the coffin, along with a few mementos. The rest he kept for himself in his home i