Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.

I want you, and I want you forever. One lifetime is simply not enough for me.

Why am I covered in feathers

My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through that. If I were gone, he wouldn't live through it, either.

non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.

He didn't ask what I was thinking, which was out of character for him. I guessed that meant that he was just as nervous as I suddenly was.