His love far outlasted his usefulness to her.
“Everywhere, in every multi-verse, I will choose you.”
“Nowhere in the multi-verse do I choose you.”
Her sorrow couldn’t be contained by ugly crying.
She wailed and screamed for lack of treats.
He took off his gleaming armor for her.
He put the sword back in the stone.
The magic sword cut their family in two.
He couldn’t tell you why she hated him.
The fighting just never seemed to stop. Ever.
“No. Chain ‘mail’ does not make good armor.”
He wouldn’t step up. She wouldn’t step down.
He was paralyzed, knowing what he must do.
The gourmet chef cooked his own last meal.
The roast wasn’t funny like the pig expected.
The cowboy tried riding Bessy to the fair.
His safe room couldn’t save him from himself.
“The heart wants what the heart wants…”
The nocturnal gopher wouldn’t bring me my coffee.
“Where in the twelve worlds did she go?”