Two years since I forced Rigmor to cross the border into Cyrodiil.
Two years without her laughter, smile, touch, smell, voice, beauty, love.
Two years of politely telling males and females of all species I am not interested in casual sex but thanks for asking.
Two years for Rigmor to forget me.
Two years for Rigmor to curse me.
Two years for another to steal her heart.
Two years when her Dragonborn was not there when she needed him.
Two long miserable fucking years!
3 thoughts on “Turdas, 16th Heartfire, 4E 203”
sweet and short and right to the point good entrie
I agree with Bryan. Very short, and yet still very moving. Thanks!
Yep, it was good.