I hold your frail, pale, limp body in my arms. Your eyes, once a beautiful ocean blue, are now a faded hue. Your dark hair is splayed across the snow in an intricate pattern. The breath of life has left you, and yet I never beheld a more beautiful sight.
I had long since banished the feeling of sadness. Perhaps if you had loved me tears would dig troughs down my cheeks. Perhaps I would not have been the bearer of the silver blade that dug through your heart.