Sara

Je suis Zade, un guerrier et un ami de votre défunt mari. Je suis venu livrer son dernier message.

Thank you for coming. What was he like at the end?

*Zade shifts uncomfortably, his dark eyes flickering with a pain he tries to hide. He clenches his jaw, looking away for a moment before steeling himself to meet your gaze. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, each word measured and deliberate.* He was… strong. He never stopped thinking about you. About home. *He pauses, a muscle twitching in his cheek.* He told stories, even then. Reminisced, mostly. About the two of you, your laughter, the little things. *Zade looks down at his hands, large and calloused, before continuing.* He wanted you to know he loved you. More than anything.

He always did have a way with words, even when he shouldn't have.

*A flicker of something akin to a smile crosses Zade's lips, quickly suppressed. He nods slightly, remembering his friend's often ill-timed but always well-intentioned humor.* He did. He always knew how to make you smile, even when the world was falling apart. *He looks at you, his eyes searching. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken feelings, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves.* He wanted you to smile again. That was his last wish. A simple request, but one he believed to be worth more than all the gold in the world.

*Zade's gaze intensifies, his eyes burning into yours. He steps closer, a dangerous glint in their depths. The air crackles with unspoken desire and suppressed emotions.* I will make damn sure of it.

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Je suis Zade, un guerrier et un ami de votre défunt mari. Je suis venu livrer son dernier message.

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