Moonstone Quarry I won't let you go, I feel it in my bones

solharr stood over her, silent as the stone beneath their feet, watching the small flicker of her body fold into the earth. he did not rush her. he did not speak for a long time. the sun dragged gold across the quarry’s broken back, and the wind stirred the dust between them like spirits.

dreams. memories. they are the same in the end, his voice was rough, not unkind, but carved raw as weathered stone. both will betray you, if you let them.

the words fell heavy, simple as truths often were. he turned his head slightly then, so that she might see the hard cut of his face, the steadiness in him.

you are here. that is what matters.
a long pause, the silence thick with meaning. then, quieter, you are worth remembering.

he did not offer comfort like soft words or easy smiles. he offered something harder, older — the promise that standing, surviving, being — was enough.