Year 822, Week 33 Avisa (Twenty years old)
Heron is gone. Even as I write the words, I cannot comprehend them. They exist outside of my understanding, for I have never known a world without him in it. My every breath is a blade sawing through my chest.
I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to–
I will live. For him. I will walk through this pain with grief as my only friend, because my best friend was stolen from me. And I will find out who did this to him. They shall meet death by my hand. In their final moments, may they rue the day they spilled Kalyxi blood.
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