Til The End by RinjiPantera

Til The End


31 May 2016 at 00:27:48 MDT

But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

Hamlet: Act 3, Scene 1

~ For Vincent Collura III ~
Lin stands over Vince's grave, long after everyone else has left, having attended his funeral. She had laid a wreath at the base of Vince's tombstone. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she silently contemplates the man she loved like no other. She seemed to have lost all sense of time. For the sun had gone down and the moon was rising. And yet, Lin remained bound to that spot, not wanting to leave.

She had spent a good hour just talking, trying to find some way of bringing closure to this heartbreaking reality. She had stood in silence for yet another hour, letting the growing sounds of the night whisper from beyond the shadows.

She couldn't stop crying. She even wished it was her, not him. She owed Vince her life, for he had given her the world in the form of himself. No other man showed even a fraction of the dedication, love, and support that Vince showed her. He loved her for all that she was, both inside and out. They had shared many fantastic adventures together and experienced many great wonders.

It was thanks to Vince that Lin had discovered all of her powers and took them to unimaginable heights. But no amount of muscle could save Vince from death's sometimes cruel grasp. And thus, she found herself feeling more alone than she ever thought possible.

She could've stood there all night and all of the next day if she really wanted, without getting tired. But when Lin felt a hand on her shoulder, she spun around not realizing she wasn't alone. But there was nobody there. However, she didn't feel any fear or apprehension. Instead, a powerful and mysterious wave of warm emotions suddenly washed over her.

And in that moment, it was like her soul had been cleaned of all the pain she felt. She felt him; felt Vince. She couldn't see him, but she certainly felt his presence. A sense of understanding soon followed; a wordless message that told her that it was time to let go.

And for the first time since she first learned of Vince's death, Lin at last found the strength to do just that.

"I love you Vincent Collura. I won't say goodbye however. But rather, I will ask that you wait for me. Because one day, we'll be back together once again and we can pick up where we left off. Until the day we meet again..." Lin said solemnly.

And at last, Lin was able to move from where she stood. She took the skies with her ability of flight and flew off into the night, not knowing what tomorrow will bring. But one thing was certain, Lin would never be truly alone...

This is my tribute to the late Vince. He was among my best friends and someone who has always been kind, generous, and always willing to lend an ear whenever I needed sometime to talk to. I will never forget you. Thank you for everything you have ever done and may your soul be at peace amongst God.

Thank you Ritualist for putting this picture together for me.

Art by Ritualist
Lin © WilliamMGS

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