For some the proud roar is not about being in charge it is more about "hear me ,I miss you" yet those words fade,
Cold summer nightThe night is silenceBut your voice is shouting My mind reminiscing Your love is lackingThe night is coldLonging of your armsI need your heat And your goneThe dawn is immenentI'm dream...
Please wait for me. Don't have all the fun now. Don't fill up on other people who aren't me. Don't ruin your appetite.
It's not hard to read about death abstractly. I do find it tough when a character I love dies, of course. You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.