Grieving

She sighed as she weighed her options.  None of them felt right.  Honor, justice, right, wrong, fair.  Were those just words?  Were any of them real?  She could not tell. Life and death.  Those are real.  A man no longer lives.  What is one supposed to do next? She did not know. So she decided.  She would do what felt right.

​​​It was late morning and though the autumn nights had been quite cold, it was now pleasantly warm in Aldburg. At that moment, beneath a small cluster of trees, two young figures were lying side by side. Ash and Deor would do this often enough and would often be heard speaking to each other in gentle tones, meant only for the ears of each other. But this moment, they had simply been lying in a comfortable silence, merely basking in the closeness of the other. 

Wrong. This was wrong. Why was she drinking something she enjoyed? It wasn't fair. 

Not fair to drink when they could no longer taste beverages which they enjoyed.