It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.

As impossible, in fact, as keeping the moon... So I looked down the line at all my friends, knowing I would always remember this. And then I turned my gaze back up to the sky, and put my faith in that moon and its return.

But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.

Was it really this easy, once you escaped, to just not care?

This Lullaby is only a few words, a simple run of chords, quiet here in this spare room, but you can hear it, hear it, wherever you may go, even if I let you down, this lullaby plays on.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.