It Must Be A Hard Thing, To

It Was Like Someone Had Died- Like I Had Died. Because It Had Been More Than Just Losing The Truest Of True Loves, As If That Were Not Enough To Kill Anyone. It Was Also Losing A Whole Future, A Whole Family- The Whole Life That I'd Chosen...

The Laughter In His Deep-set Black Eyes, The Feverish Heat Of His Big Hand Around Mine, The Flash Of His White Teeth Against His Dark Skin, His Face Stretching Into The Wide Smile That Had Always Been Like A Key To A Secret Door Where Only Kindred Spirits Could Enter.

He Leaned Over To Kiss The Top Of My Head, And Then Groaned. I Looked At Him, Puzzled. "you Smell So Good In The Rain," He Explained. "in A Good Way, Or In A Bad Way?" I Asked Cautiously. He Sighed. "both, Always Both.

Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.

I Love You. You're My Only Reason To Stay Alive... If That's What I Am.