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D’ata
It was beautiful, warm, and light. There was no fear and, most wonderfully, no regret. He turned slowly, arms out, absorbing the safe and tranquil space that he now occupied, not just of body but of soul.
D'ata closed his eyes. He sighed in deep relief, sad nevermore, and marveled at the peace that this space gave him. He could not recall the last time his heart experienced joy like this. No, he'd never felt such happiness as this!
His hands crossed involuntarily over his heart. They brushed over the wound. The scar was painless and beautiful, and he recognized the love that the one he called brother held for him, to do such a thing to spare him. There was no remorse. He breathed in deeply the sweet air which he almost seemed to float upon.
A hand slipped softly into his and a sudden, strong current passed through him. It was a beautiful collision, crashing against him like a summer storm. It was a feeling that he’d only felt when he was with her.
He turned…and there she was.
THE END