The Golden One

Epilogue

The cool evening breeze sweeps through the territory, licking softly at my skin on its way past. Orange hues burn through the sky, the sun is on its way down but continues to illuminate the early evening. My eyes close as my head tilts to absorb the glorious warmth of the setting sun, my fingertips running over and caressing my long healed mark. The mark I received from Christopher. 

Tomorrow marks ten years since his death. Ten years since my world came shattering down around me. I remember every second of our short-lived love story. Feelings and memories I had pushed aside initially after his death now play in my mind like a movie. A simple touch to his mark helps me to recall it all; the love, the admiration, the hurt and the loss.

Of course, I hold sadness for his loss, for the life