If singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing.

The first one, we’ll name Blue.

He looked at me like I was beautiful.

Requiem has been controversial because people dont feel I gave it closure.

Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.

Hope keeps you alive.

Promise me we'll stay together, okay? His eyes are once again the clear blue of a perfectly transparent pool. They are eyes to swim in, to float in, forever. "You and me". "I promise". I say. behind us the door creaks open, and I turn around, expecting Raven, just as a voice cuts through the air: "Don't believe her.