“You know nothing”
He was about to lower the torch and light the funeral pyre when his hand stopped.
“I cannot do it,” he thought.
He looked at her, his eyes roving over that body that had made him break his vows. That body that had transported him to another world. He stopped at her lips, now closed, of the one woman whom he had loved in all of his life.
The tears began to flow. He tried to stop, but it was no use.
He had such desire to kiss her.
He wanted to caress that wild red hair again, make love to her all night like crazy and stay up all night, surrendered, covered in furs with her laying on his chest.
He felt something cold clutching his hand. “Jooooohn,” whispered Ygritte in a guttural voice. “Ygritte?” stuttered Jon. My love… Ygritte! said Jon while tears continued running down his cheeks.
She pounced on him and pulled off his lower lip. Ygritte was devouring his face when the torch fell from Jon’s hands, catching fire to the funeral pyre burning both.
John was bleeding, but that no longer mattered, she was alive. And he would go to the same hell with her
This time they would stay in their cave forever.
Daniel M Givaudan.
Dedicated to those impossible loves that live in an eternal loop.