“Humans, they’re such fragile things, aren’t they?” Dougal laughed before he also parted company from Naoise. He smiled knowingly at Naoise’s downturned mouth.
“I have always told you that is why they are so lovely.”
Naoise didn’t answer a creature whose favorite lovestory ended in death. And perhaps because neither he, nor Naoise, could ever know that comforting end to love. As he swam in the lake that night he recalled the feeling of her hair through his fingers.
It would have surely been easier to move the stars.
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