Honeyed Pasture beta

assumptions made

numb.

he'd been numb since hearing of it, numb since passing it along to her mother, her brother.

numb.

the loss of a child shouldn't have rocked him so—how many have you abandoned, aditya?—and yet. . .

this one had been safe. whole. well.

the old man dragged himself across the snowy plains, shoulders sagging with the effort. every step, he contemplated on whether it was better to fling himself upon the ground and give into the cold.

to die where he stood.

give himself to the earth.

it would be more than he had given to this world, himself.

@Dutch