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"I love you honey," whispered Ash, as he wrapping his arms tighter around her.
"Really? Love you too," she had replied, nuzzling her head into his chest.
"Yep. Forever and ever, till death does us part, and even after."
Till death does us part?
What does that even mean?
What does that mean, when Squiddo knows that "death" is so very different for the two of them?
Because she knows that she'll pass eons before Ash does.
That soon, she'll be no more that a distant memory.
A name that he'll remember.
A voice he'll fondly recall at night.
A face that he will forget.
How will he remember her?
How will they remember her?
Squiddo knows she's unique. fun. pretty.
But what does that matter when compared to immortality?
Because she's mortal, human.
She doesn't have eyes that glow, powers that warp reality.
She isn't born from chaos and flame.
Because here, on a sever of beings that will live forever and see civilizations fall, Squiddo is no more that a mortal.
A pretty butterfly maybe, with a soft voice and bright wings.
But like a star, she'll fade.
Any they won't.
So one day she'll be gone.
And ash won't.
Will he still remember her?
Even after centuries have passed?
Will he still look at her pictures and clean her room?
She hopes he does.
Because with a life like hers, she only has one chance.
To do things.
To live.
So once that chance is over, once that star fades,
She hopes Ash will remember to visit her grave,
and leave the prettiest flowers upon it.