A Shell of What Was Once

Lily saved him. And again. More times than he could count. But he couldn't save her. He kept going though, holding on for the war, walking on in her name as the memories of her face fell away. Until the memories were worn so thin that he stepped into the place he most hated just to touch them again. A letter. A photograph. The memory of a moment. Enough to keep him going…to the end