Ben
It seemed wrong that the sun was shining. This was the day my mate would die. How dare it be glorious. How dare the sun shine and a warm breeze flutter the leaves. It should have bene overcast, storm clouds should have blacked out the sun, leaving everything in darkness.
“Stop it.” From her place in my arms, Aspen reached up and cupped my face.
“Stop what?” i asked. Nuzzling into he rpalm.
It was strange because she was cold now. There was no fever, just iciness. She was dying.
“Fretting.” she smiled up at me. “It's OK.”
I wanted to scream at her that it wasn't OK. That nothing would ever be OK again if we went through with this. She was dying. That much I didn't have any control over, but the manner of her death? That I could help with.
It made me sick to my stomach that sh
