Perhaps being Death's companion would not be the most terrible thing in the world

My days are filled with you, and for that I am more grateful than you could ever know

The smiting and righteous retribution happens less often than you would think - Hades

I jolt up, a scream lodged in my throat. Drops of sweat roll down my forehead and my throat hurts as if I've been screaming for a long time.

It’s too dangerous…I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to him. I wouldn’t be able to bare it. Forgiveness would be out of the question; beyond my ability. I would never be able to forget that the boy I loved was hurt…or worse…because he came to this world. Because of me.

I can feel that I'm in a dream, but I can't wake myself up.