Days pass as Fionn sinks deeper into a foggy mindset. Concentration gone, motivation non-existent, he’ll spend hours staring at either the sluggish flow of clouds in the sky above him or the gentle waves in the ocean before him. Mourning is all he can comprehend. Everywhere he looks, reminders of his lost love ignite a black hole of regret. The sun steadily passes left to right, showily lowering in the sky while he rests against a tree, wedged between thick rising roots, mindlessly sharpening his arrows. The only task he can accomplish without any degree of willpower to focus.
“Why are you haunting me? Fionn begs as tears slowly drip down his pale cheeks. He presses the point of an arrow against his forehead. He gently taps his head against the tip, light contact at first, slowly getting
