"I understand." The mare said. Wasn't that a little bit of the reason that she went to the field? To see if love was going to allow her in. She had honestly thought she was there to find an aid in reproduction, but she could easily fool herself. Sitting next to Morbid Angel, she knew he wouldn't want any spawn, not now, maybe ever. Not until he could smile, find happiness, because even in the dark, she could tell he didn't show any emotion. But how could he feel joy when he wished death upon himself, perhaps everyday? The mare felt a sinking saddening feeling. How could she enjoy her time with him when he could not enjoy anything at all? From that moment on, she vowed to herself to help bring joy to the stallions life. May it be love, deep and everlasting, or something else, she promised herself to make it happen. So when she passed on, he would know how to find what they had again. To make the torture bearable. To make eternity itself bearable. The mare listened to him talk some more.
"True." She murmered, softly, as if to herself. "But your other story sounds like wise tale, a fairy tale, that eventually, no matter how long you stay in it, will happy ending." She twisted her head, as to see the dark stallion. "Do you believe that there could be a happy ending? Isn't the ending usually death? The death with someone you love, or shortly after their demise?" She paused, for she was getting louder. "If we do fall in love, and you get a possible happy ending with your fake story, and then I die, then what?" She asked. "You're back a few steps." Without realising it, she was getting angry. She took a few deep breaths, and she realised with a wave of guilt that she made assumptions. Who said he would feel that way? Who said her death would be somehow monumental to him. She thought of her vow to herself, and realised that she was making it worse, she was pushing him away. She turnedback away, watching the sun inch out of the horizen. Had the sun really set not too long ago? |
