The Record of their Love had Vanished

When Charlotte’s mother had died, Puck would often revisit the moments they shared by stepping back into the akashic … it was like diving into a watery wall that ran sideways - her spectre would be on the other side. She was sitting on their bed in the flat they had in London - she had been waiting for him to return.

He felt like more of a man then - striding into that building, and up into that apartment, into her waiting embrace. She would laugh lightly - genuinely - because she was intoxicated by his presence. He could see himself through her eyes, as it were - as though he was a man - a mortal man.

To look back, and look in, was as though she was speaking to no one. His actual form and the record of their love had vanished from sight. But he still loved to revisit those moments nonetheless.

He felt the shame of it. Had he won her love unfairly. Yes. And, how could she have died on his watch?

And now, did she forget him entirely? This living memory was fraught with something intangible - he made a quick exit back into the present day reminding himself, that she was once again with another now. And, thank the Heavens, Marley was content without him.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances