"I just wish... I will die still remembering her face, rather than having a long life knowing I will slowly forget her," he said, lowering his gaze.
Gibson released feelings he had never shared with anyone before because he believed he didn't deserve to burden others. But today felt different, perhaps because he trusted his lord.
Lucien gazed at Gibson, uncertain of how to respond. He knew that anything he said wouldn't offer true solace. But he also couldn't remain silent; it felt wrong not to offer some form of comfort.
"Then you'll have to wait until the afterlife. Wait to meet her again and plead for forgiveness," Lucien suggested gently, rubbing Gibson's back.
"But for now, you need to live a good life, Gibson. That's the only thing you can do."
Gibson's eyes widened, glistening with unshed tears. Though no tears fell, his heart seemed a little lighter. "Thank you, My Lord. I will do my best."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!