(Sanya's POV)
I can see it now, now that I'm looking for it, the way his edges are slightly blurred like he's not quite solid anymore, the way I can see the grass beneath him through his body if I look closely enough, the way he's fading right before my eyes, and the sight of it makes something crack open inside my chest, makes the grief I've been holding at bay come flooding back with a vengeance.
"No," I whisper, and the word comes out broken, desperate, a plea to the Creator or the Moon Goddess or whatever force in this universe might be listening. "Not yet. Please, not yet."
I'm losing him again, losing him just like I lost him that night on the empty road, just like I lost him to the fire my brothers set, just like I've lost everyone I've ever loved, and I can't do this, I can't wa
