Tears for Mercy

by daOtterGuy

Beloved

Meadowbrook leaned over her beloved wife, Mercy. Somnus hovered nearby, fully enveloping her within his embrace. Harried thought swirled around in her mind as she took in her sleeping form. Pale blue mist enshrouded the room. Mercy was in pain, eyes and jaw clenched shut.

“Are we having second thoughts?” Somnus asked.

“... No,” Meadowbrook whispered.

“Then free her.”

She let her anger, fear, and sorrow finally release in the form of a thick trail of tears. She kissed Mercy lightly on the lips. Each tear hissed as it impacted against Mercy’s face. She heard the echo of a scream, but it was quickly replaced by the slowing of Mercy’s heavy breathing.

As she watched, peace settled over her wife. Her breaths ceased to be. She felt like she saw her beloved in pain, but it was an illusion. Her wife was finally at peace, no longer in agony.

Any other result was a falsehood.

“She’s gone,” Meadowbrook said softly. “We’ve saved her. We’ve done nothing wrong.”