In this random fanfiction, Sylthfarn dies when they are about 20 years old. And you know why? Because I said so. And this is my fanfiction, so I can do what I want… don't make that sound dirty…
Gone. Gone. He was gone. I was all alone. He was my very first friend…
It's all right! I'll be your friend, and we'll be best friends from now on!
He was gone, my only star. My only friend. He was gone, and I was alone. I trembled as I remembered when I first confessed how I felt. How he responded. We were around 15 or 16 at that time…
"I really like you," was my dumbass answer.
"I like you too, Fern!" he had responded happily. He didn't get it. He didn't understand.
"No, I mean, I like you- never mind. You'll hate me anyways." I looked down
"Aww! Fern! You can't say something like that and then say 'never mind'! That's not fair! I promise I won't hate you, 'kay?"
"Promise. I will be your bestest friend forever and ever."
"I like you like more than a friend should. I'm sorry, Sylth! I'll go away! You don't have to still be my friend! Ugh!" I groaned, "I hate myself. I'm really sorry! I know I'm a freak!" I said, starting to panic, my face red with embarrassment at my confession, expecting him to hit me, or worse: kick me out and stop being my friend. But instead, he smiled.
"I said I like you too," he said softly. I was startled to see how close we were to each other. I guess we hadn't noticed.
"Um, Sylthfar-mmph!" he had closed the gap between us. I felt his lips on mine, felt his warm skin on my cold face, his hands in my hair, and then he drew back. I was speechless.
"I-I'm sorry if I offended you Fern," he said, now his face was red, "I-" he was cut off by my lips on his this time.
And now he was gone. My only friend and lover. He's gone. Gone forever. Forever.