Watching Over Letha

...I could not help but ask, "You are still Letha, right?"

She smiled weakly, "Unfortunately. I have been wishing to be someone else. I am still me, but so much is broken in me. So much that I cannot recall. Even my memories from yesterday are frayed at the edges. The shape of your memory is a phantom to me, but it is there. You are familiar to me and that is comforting."

Suddenly she reached out and gripped my hand, her eyes started to lose their serene quality, the all too recognizable panic was returning. Her next words were choked, "Do not leave me. Do not leave me!"

I placed a reassuring arm around her and leaned my cheek on the top of her flossy blond head. She sobbed quietly for a few minutes before drifting to sleep and I was left to wonder why her peace seemed to ebb and flow like the tides.

The photos contributed to the picture:
Alistair/Letha: [link] (from tacostock)
dungeon: [link] (from castock)

If you are interested in reading the story that inspired the pictures: [link]