The Weekly Gathering felt to have passed in a flash.
Mikhail and his friends ate good food together like always, but their general mood was subdued.
Almost everyone had suffered a heavy loss, and they went around in a circle sharing stories of the loved ones that had passed on.
Lirim spoke of his lover. The burning passion they had had for each other. The warmth she had made him feel. The funny things they had done. A plethora of their stories, saving only the more intimate times for himself.
Valeria spoke of her silly suitor. How he had tried so hard to earn her love. The ridiculous plots and ploys he had enacted to try and earn her favor. The trinkets he had made. Her adamant refusal.
And the revelation as to why she had refused, despite finding the man's attempts to be rather charming. The fact that she preferred women.
