The grass is soft and thick beneath his body. Ezra looks up at the starry sky. It's terribly vast in comparison to where he rests. He's so...small.
"Do you think anyone will remember me? When I'm gone?" he asks.
"They say you die three times," Awaheya says from beside Ezra. "The first death is physical. The second, when the last person who remembers you passes. The last is when everything you've ever built fades and crumbles to dust."
Ezra frowns, looking over at Awaheya. That isn't exactly the answer he is looking for.
"But..." Awaheya continues, "I won't. I will always remember you, Ezra Thompson."
Awaheya's head falls to the side, and his golden eyes meet Ezra's grey.
"You saved me, Ezra."
His gloved hand intertwines with Ezra's. His grip is firm, but gentle.
"Well... You saved me, too." Ezra smiles, turning Awaheya's hand over in his own. "And I won't forget you either."
Awaheya flickers. The wolf moves a little closer to Ezra, and rests his head on the human's chest.
"Goodnight, Awaheya."
The wolf huffs, closing his eyes. Up above, the stars swirl around the moon, and time marches on as it has since its conception. The universe watches as one small, broken human falls asleep.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Little Blue Strings
Ficción General**COMPLETED** This is the story of Life, Death, a lonely human, and all those other names and faces that linger or are forgotten by time. It is a story of the violent and chaotic world, and the places in which, every now and then, everything is stil...
