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achilles pov
philtatos. most beloved
oh, how i am so devastated
oh, how my fingers ache to touch your face
i etch every expression you make in my heart
for you are the only reason that i keep going
for you my love, i must be strong
for you i will be aristos achaion
soft skin, soft lips
that i have kissed and owned
voice that has yelled, whispered my name
a voice that i adore
luscious hair that my hands have grasped countless of times
eyes that have seen every inch, every part of me
hands that have caressed, reached all of me
to have all of this again
to experience your warmth, once more
i am willing to fight against all odds
against the fates
against all these gods
to see you smile, to see you laugh
to see you alive
if only i had known
that i was sending you to your death
i never would have let you go
i would have kept you by my side
so close, we"ll look like each other's shadow
my beloved, wait for me
soon we"ll be together again
i have killed hector
now i await my death
i ordered them to mix our ashes
we would never be apart again
beside each other, we lay
as it always should be