One of my paired pictures I made before casting Fae's head this morning. (Farewell comes after Faith)

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(Story time)

When the time comes to let go of that hand, there is a moment of fear and agony. It cracks your spirit as you hesitate. It is harder to let go than you once thought. You fear it is the end of something that had once comforted you. The moment they touched your heart the faith was there. They won't harm you. They will help protect where your shield is weak. After all of that time, you can't stand the thought of letting go... so your grip tightens. Yet there they are, smiling at you with their soul. They still comfort you whether in spirit, present, or memories. You finally feel your grip loosen as you finally realize the meaning of the farewell.
It is not goodbye- not really. Saying farewell does not end it there. The faith that you shared shows the truth. Farewell is a promise. Once you let go of that hand, you promise to keep them held in your heart and soul. As you walk away with your back turned you know it is not the end. You will see each other again. Their smile and laugh forever in your memory. You keep on walking to the edge of that moment. Once you reach the broken edge you allow yourself to fall...

...And then you spread your wings to fly on