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

Why am I covered in feathers

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

It was sort of the pattern to my life - I'd never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the only thing I'd ever been able to do was keep going. Endure. Survive.

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.