Flash Fiction: My Galavar

“You are my Galavar,” she said.

“Why do you say that?” he asked. “He gained eternal life for his goddess, but not youth. He aged and wasted to dust. It’s a tragedy.”

She kissed his bare shoulder. “Devoted, Rhain gave up her eternal youth to wither away to nothing with him. Now they are reborn to live, love and die together across countless lives… my Galavar.”

 

 

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