This isn't what I wanted

WARNING: death
"I hope you're memories of me are mostly good ones"

"What do you mean?!"

The sun peeped over the large hill, the grass gently blew in the wind. A small breeze carried itself down the hill. The sun was rising, a young owl held an axe in his wings. "I'm sorry Mara, you knew I had to do this."

With a swing of his axe, Mara was gone. His own phantoms had made their way into his head, tainting him hereafter. Greta's eyes were open, one of her wings loose. There was no reasoning with Collby, who had yet to process that he had killed the love of his life.

-

It was raining, Collby stood there. There was a beautiful eagle with large wings, she walked up to him and put one of her wings over him, he smiled and stepped out, no longer worried about getting wet. "I'm Mara." She introduced herself "who are you?"

"Collby."

-

"Collby!" Mara called Collby, he flew over to her nest promptly."I have an idea."

"What's it be?"

"Why don't we make this nest into a fortress"

"Like our parents would let us move in together."

-

The two just sat there in the rain, Collby was staring at a mouse. Mara wasn't watching him, she sighed deeply, feeling as if she had had the biggest let down of her life. "Hey Mara." Collby spoke "why don't we run away together?"

-

Collby stared at the corpse, he was empty-eyed. "You know I think I loved you once." he stated in a whisper.