The sun had begun to rise over the tree tops as Tim woke up, having not had much sleep as he looks around, the bed is empty on the other side and will be so as she's gone.
"She's really gone..I can not get over the fact..I try to think if there's something different I'd be able to do to save her, to spare her life but all seemed fine that morning when we woke up.." he writes quietly in his journal, a bit steadier hand "I miss you already my love..my Wullwyn, how will I endure this time wihtout you? I am glad that this kind woman, Neyaa was there last night, she tried her best to comfort me and she seemed to be hoping we would meet again one day..I do not know..I just feel as if I wish to stay here in my bed..the forge is waiting..I have work to do but I can not be bothered to do them. Missed you are my love, you did spark the kind flame in me from the first time we met..now that flame has burnt out and I do not think it is possible to love me.." he sighs deeply as he flods his journal and stores it under his bed.
