Dark Watches of the Night
"No one ever told me grief felt so much like fear." C.S. Lewis
“It feels as though I’m waiting for something to happen only it never does. I keep thinking at any moment someone will rush into the hall announcing that it was all a great joke, things can go on like before...with Théoden and Théodred. But no one does. And things can’t go back to the way they were. Then I’m waiting again for something to happen.”
Sheets rustled as she shifted closer. “Life is very hard. Death makes it hard.”
“So what do we do?” He whispered.
Her hand trailed over his jaw line, resting there. “We must bear it.”


