In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

No. I just never wanted to throw them away. Even if they were broken. I still loved them.

Because people fear those who are different. And fear can make people do stupid things.

I let my head fall forward into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Now what do we do?" He's quiet for a while and I finally lean back to look him in the eyes. He appears conflicted by something and then he sets me down on the ground, lacing his fingers through mine. "Should we see where the wind takes us?" he asks. I stare at my hand in his and then look up at him. "That sounds good to me.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.