I collapse. Your body is still, your face pained. I scream and shout though it sounds like nothing is coming out. Why did you have to go in front of that stupid sword. Your long brown hair wisps in front of your face. I try desperately, but you already gone. I make a silent vow to myself. I will never forget the precise blue of your eyes when the sun hit, the way your hair would never be controlled, the way you would carry yourself as if you ruled the world, the way your body tilted and contracted as you hit the ground, and any other detail.

It had been many years. Someone asks you about her, after years of only remembering her in your darkest moments. All you can say is,

“I have forgotten.” And something about that id sadder than having remembered everything.