Music And Fandom

“…I held a lock of hair in my hand, my hair, and I placed it under her hands, which were folded together over her chest. I know the sunset was magnificent, a burning flame sinking into the sea, setting the clouds on fire with pink and gold. I remember the crackling of the flames as the pyre was lit, and how I dug my fingernails into my palms until the skin bled, to stop myself from plunging into that fire and pulling her body out. I don't know how I let it be consumed, her face that I had kissed, her hair that I had combed, all blackened and charred to crumbled ash…”

“…A rainy Sunday hung over our homestead.

“…My doctor said we can’t choose where we come from but we can choose where we go from there. I know it’s not all the answers but it’s enough to start putting the pieces back together…”

“You look pretty.”