The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Fyren
I lost track of time as I sobbed in Fyren's arms, melting in the ferocious heat and comfort of his embrace. He cradled me gently in his powerful arms, stroking my hair as we watched the sun dip below the horizon.
My fear and anguish faded with the setting sun, until, eventually, darkness enveloped us, and my trembling sobs fell still. The last vestiges of sunlight swallowed by the night, revealing the stars arrayed in all their glory, winking at me like flickering candles. They were bright and hopeful, confirming the warmth that filled my heart.
Fyren had returned. He didn't hate me, nor had he abandoned me.
I smiled as the realization struck me for the fourth, maybe fifth time, and leaned my head contentedly against his chest. Sensing that my tears had passed, he gently patted me on the back and broke the reverent silence of our embrace.