Why he had gone there, he did not know. But there Aeruthuil sat down on his knees, surrounded by water and green, and in front of him a grave.
Aeruthuil had loved his wife and his daughter with all of his heart, being and soul..-But when he lost his best mate the already empty hole in his life had grown five times it's original size it seemed.
It happened over a year ago, yet the memories and pain were so fresh still. For Aeruthuil at least, everyone else who had known the man already forgot about it.
''Perhaps they already did five minutes after his passing.''
Aeruthuil closes his eyes, attempting to hold back his tears but regardless of his efforts tears ran down his face. A slight mumbling coming from the man's lips, ''I hate you, for what you have done. I hate you valued my life over yours, whilst you have always known of my wishes. I hate how you thought that your death would never affect me, that it would not completely tear me down..''
He clenches his jaw, opening his eyes, his mate's carved name meeting him from the stone before him. His hand reaching for the quiver on his back, slipping out one of the arrows which he places down in front of the stone, ''I love you, Brother.''
Aeruthuil slowly gets up, casting his eyes away from the stone towards the sky. This was the only time he had been glad Laurëa hadn't been around even if she would have understood him if he told her, but he wouldn't. It hurt too much to speak of, and the hooded woman had her own sorrow, but perhaps he could make his way over to her. After all, his hands still were not completely healed..-It seemed like a good excuse to be a little less lonely, even if it was often only for a small while.
He starts walking, glancing back over his shoulder once towards the stone he sighs. He knew he would be here again tomorrow, with the same pain, the same tears..-The same stories and the same sorrow.
He had never forgiven himself.
