Eleanor felt her knees buckle under her, her chest feeling strangely constricted. The tears flowed even harder, and she brought her knees to wrap around her. Her hands in her hair. It hurt. It was strange, but it hurt. Badly.

But it was selfish too. Like the way she had hurt Conaan all through, but felt weirdly abandoned mow. She felt strangely...heartbroken.

Conaan's eyes thinned as he watched the moon. It was alone, the night blanketed in a darkness far too bleak for the stars. And it felt the same with his heart.

He closed his eyes, sniffing a little. It helped with the tears sometimes, through the years, but...