Witch's Marsh Death doesn't let you say goodbye

Her voice broke the silence between them, a delicate sound. How he wished he could miss this sound, miss the way she spoke his name. But he never had the luxury, not even with Cassie had he been able to escape. No, Nanook had never been far from his mind, often the very center of his darkest thoughts.

She took a step toward him, which was quickly followed by his own retreat. Stepping back, his eyes swiftly shut as tear welled. Her ghost was always the hardest to face. Against his lids he could still see the blood, and his nose twitched from the phantom smell of her scent.

She often came to him, in his dreams. With kind words, and smiles. Things he didn’t deserve, and hurt him more than anything. How he wished she would yell, and scream. But she never did. His dear Nanook. Yet another mistake, and another lost future. A sob retched from deep within Siarut, refusing to open his eyes, his head slumped dropping toward the ground. Defeated.

“Nanook.” He cried desperately, wishing her to finally leave. “I am so sorry.” The conversation always started the same, his hallucination sometimes lasting for hours at a time. But they always had the same conversation, over and over and over and over.