"Love..." his wife sighed. "He was not akin to anything else I've seen before. He was something like a whole different world."
Her voice started to crack pitifully. In his lap, she looked like she was trying to hold her tears.
"If light paints vibrant hues upon spring flowers, he was my radiant sun."
A tear fell from her eyes.
Sebastian's eyes wavered. It was subtle enough for her not to notice, and also because of how overwhelmed she looked.
He remembered something similar.
[If myriads of constellations were beacons for mortals, she was my guiding North Star.]
Was it what that man said?
Sitting under the night sky near that forbidden forest, as they talked aimlessly years ago.
"His voice gracefully plucked the right melody of my heartstring, and with his words... he wove a poetic symphony that resonated the parts inside me I didn't know existed."
