Duck Lake No one dies from love; guess I'll be the first

lestan's face fell quite suddenly. "i had to," he said weakly, and there was no hint of an actual explanation behind it.
he scrambled for one; my mother died, real fire came, the lake was cursed.
all true and yet all inconceivable.
he grinned, trying to smooth the wrinkle from their sweet moment. "i'm glad to be right here. right now, reverie," the mayfair man said gently.