Drabbles: Elves through the Ages

Farewell or Goodbye

He had imagined a clear morning.
He had thought he would rage and scream and collapse.

After all, he would lose what was most precious to him in his life.

But now, that the time was here…

It was a soft evening in autumn with mists swirling around the quays.
It was impossible to follow the course of the ship even with his keen eyes.

After a long time of standing there in the haze, he finally turned around. He returned home before nightfall. He entered the house and gently closed the door on the darkness
– and the pain.

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