'Where is your hatred now, my husband?' she asks. 'Where is your torment? You can harm me.' She cocks her head. 'So what will you do?'
She turns her back and flies away, not too fast, not in fear, just away. Away from him.
He trembles as what she has done sinks into him. The terrible, terrible thing she has achieved, far worse than any forgiveness could ever be. He grows angry. And angrier still.
She is disappearing into the distance, a speck of light against a night of black.
'I shall pursue you, my lady,' he says. 'I shall never cease pursuing you. I shall follow you until the end of time and–'
But she is not listening.
And he is not pursuing.
His heart aches. Aches with love. Aches with hatred. Aches with the bullet of her lodged inside.
His rage grows.
'My lady,' he says, angrily. 'My lady.'
He storms over the landscape, destroying everything in his path, but there is no satisfaction in it, nothing to be gained from the small peoples running from him, the cities sinking beneath his blows, the vast forests burning under his breath. He turns back to the horizon. She is still a disappearing spot upon it, one star among the firmament.
'My lady,' he says again.
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The Crane Wife and the Volcano
General Fictionthis is not my story, it belongs to the great book "The Crane Wife", by the amazing writer Patrick Ness. this story explains the life of one of the main characters, called Kumiko (aka the crane wife), told by herself in 32 parts. even though there...
