Gently laying the mat, scarred yet soft hands cradle his sword, tie wrapped around the handle. Silky fabric in your palm, the once-hated quiet now brings comfort. Knees touch the mat before the shrine crafted for him, his sword resting on your lap. “you promised me..” You said quietly. “i didn't make you any promises..” He answered. “yes you did..” “no i didn’t.” “vou said.. you would love me, and you would stay with me, forever.” “but I do love you. i loved you before i knew you...”