Blackbeak Bluff lamentando

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At first Ashlar thought of the bear. It would be fitting. Poetic. The bear was where his life had ended, then begun again.

And then ended… and begun again.

Instead the broken compass led him west, southward to the cliffs that rose over the sea. He barely noticed the journey. He spent a long, long time staring down into the water below.

It would be easier. Perhaps, now, no one would mind. He had been a figure of another’s life for so long that all other connections now lay faded and disused. They would never notice the frayed ends coming loose as he fell. Maybe there was even music in the sea.

Grief overwhelmed him at that thought, but instead of falling forward, he collapsed to the ground at the edge. He knew he couldn’t; he was a coward, remember? Too scared to follow. To afraid to die.

He should have gone to the bear. The only way death would catch him was by outrunning him.

Ashlar sobbed his broken heart out into the rocks, drowned out by the waves and the gulls crying overhead.