Few moments earlier…
Darryl was there.
At her party.
Down the loch.
He was there watching her dance off endlessly until she tired herself fully. Watched how the people sang a happy birthday song to her and how each guest's handed his woman a gift. He watched it all—and he didn't regret coming although he can only watch her from afar.
The girl had a pleasant family and a simple peaceful life. She was loved by everyone around her and for him, her life was perfect, even though it didn't contain the glamor of being an elite like him. How he wished he had the same life, but being born as a Lagdameo –that was unlikely to happen.