Arrow Lake so only one life can't be enough

his amethyst gaze traced the wet curves of her cheeks. "you have suffered a great deal, sarah,"  he remarked softly. her grief mingled with the fluting fragrances of her body cascaded such a conflict of want and protectiveness. a lustful sort of guardianship. "it is all right to be tired."
to weep, to lament. 
do not think of the future now. only do what i cannot. let yourself be saddened and to mourn.
a gentle breath. 
"the vinter makes things feel eternal."