Blake

Dropping to the ground as I feel my bond with Savage break. I yell and pound the ground in pain and anger. “Why did she have to leave us?”

In the midst of my anguish, a sudden hush falls over the clearing, as if nature itself holds its breath in reverence for the profound loss that has befallen them. The air grows heavy with sorrow, and the leaves of the surrounding trees seem to droop in mourning alongside me.

As I kneel here, tears streaming down my face, a soft ...