Here I was, sat on my bed, bawling my eyes out and muttering your name. You were gone and there was nothing I could've done to save you.

It had happened so quickly, then time slowed and there you were; still as still can be, but a single arrow peeking out under your burgundy coat collar, blood staining your shirt and reddening your pale skin. The fallen bones of sketington in the treeline.

I had fallen to my knees, muttering in disbelief as I stared into your cold, dead, blue eyes, their glow lost forever. Tears rolled over my cheeks as I held your body close, pulling the arrow from your throat, holding the wound and bloodying my hands as I brushed your mocha hair from your eyes and closed them.

I screamed into the night, begging that this wasn't where the story ends. It can't end here, it's too soon in the tale. We were meant to live happily ever after together; Spaceman and Owl keeper, like a fairy tale always ends.

You now haunt me in the night, filling my dreams with memories of our short time together. Oh how I wish you were here beside me, to hold me close and whisper words of comfort, telling me everything would turn out alright no matter what happens.

Sometimes, as I wonder past your grave I see you there, smiling. Just, just smiling. Right at me like nothing had changed, like you weren't dead. But it had, and you were. I know that and was forced to accept life without you, but just seeing you there, seeing your eyes, your smile and to hear your voice in my head like it wasn't just a replaying memory would be enough to make me run to you, always passing through, adding more tears to the pools at my feet.

What is done is done. The story is over, there was no happy ending, not even a chance at a new one. Not for either of us.