(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

e reconciled again. Thus, do not see my death as a farewell, but only as an
interval before we meet again. Carry my ring with you, and these other
pieces of me, and think of me. Keep me in your mind and heart, and that
will be the beacon that brings us together.
Forever,
Deionarra.
I slid the ring onto my finger, cold to the touch yet strangely comforting. The
pale azure-white gem pulsed with a soft light.
~~~~~
She looks up to me with the shy blush of a maiden, on this day that she had
been the bud of her fantasies. Many times I had apologized, promising I'd
make it up to her eventually, and each time she held my callused hands in
hers... soft and pale as milk.
"All I need is you, my love," she would say, and deep in her heart she would
mean it. There was no need for flowers or lace, pretty gowns or grooms. The
touch of our hands and the vows on our lips would be enough. She had
always set aside her dreams for me.
I counted on it.
Only a few scattered Sensates sit in attendance, and those few only because
they had heard secondhand. There had been no time to send out invitations.
The lecture hall had been the only spare room I was able to find for the
ceremony, and even by a non-Sensate's standards the surroundings were
austere. She'd been eating out of my hand for weeks now. There was no
need for anything too fancy.
"I do..."
~~~~~
I blinked off the vestige of the memory to see Iannis standing nervously,
both hands tight on the handle of his staff.
"Here's Deionarra's legacy, as I promised."
Iannis took the scroll and studied it. There was a long silence, then he slowly
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