Page 77 of Her Sweet Surrender
“It’s a natural response when faced with loss,” he replied. “Which is why we support Wallace now.”
Rytsar spoke up. “Radost moya, I promise he will get through this. I am well acquainted with his hell.”
She turned her head, looking at him sadly. She knew he was talking about Tatianna.
“I live with tragic loss every day. It never leaves the heart.”
“I’m so sorry, Rytsar.” The immensity of his loss hit her like it never had before and she started to cry again.
“Do not weep,radost moya. I know Tatianna waits for me. One day, I will see her again and we will be reunited.”
He gently wiped away her tears. “Kylie died at the happiest point in her life. Not many are as fortunate.” Rytsar frowned slightly. “However, I know Tatianna is at peace and waits patiently for me. It is the same for the Wolf Pup.”
Taking Brie’s hand, he placed it over his heart. “There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who live their life to the fullest because they realize they can die at any moment, and those who live their life in fear, trying to protect it. What those who live in fear fail to realize is that they are already dead.”
Her bottom lip trembled.
“Surviving Tatianna’s loss freed me from the fear of death because it will be welcomed when it comes.”
She whimpered at the thought.
Rytsar grazed her bottom lip, smiling. “I’m in no hurry to die.”
He glanced at Sir. “I made that vow a long time ago.”
“Yes, you did,” Sir affirmed.
Looking back at Brie, Rytsar continued, “Live your life fearlessly,radost moya.”
She nodded.
“Do not concern yourself with the Wolf Pup.” He smiled confidently. “I will guide him to the other side of hell, whatever it takes.”
Sir caressed her cheek tenderly. “I promise you, babygirl. Wallace has a band of people who will not let him down.”
Remembering the lengths her friends went to supporting her after Sir’s plane crash, Brie knew he was right and a feeling of profound relief washed over her.
“Now sleep and let your heart heal,” Sir commanded gently.
Kindness
Brie got up to take her morning walk, wanting to speed the healing process by moving about her days as she had always done. She hoped it would bring her a sense of peace.
Although the beauty of nature surrounded her, Brie’s heart still felt heavy. When she saw the old woman, she lowered her head and kept walking.
It went on like that for days, and she was sorely tempted to quit her walks and sleep in instead. But she persevered each morning, trotting along with her head down, hoodie pulled over her head.
“Hey!”
Brie barely registered that someone had spoken and kept walking.
“Hey, girl!” the person called out louder.
She stopped and turned to see the old woman. “Look. I got something for you.”
Brie noticed she was clutching something. “What?”
The woman thrust out her hand. “Just take it.”
