Look what my candle did.
because you told me to.
It’s like the un-stitching of two souls.
The weight on their shoulders was immense, but they had always carried on as if they weren’t over-encumbered. As if it was the Beforetime.
“We’ve got to live,” he said, his eyes focused on some far away point in the darkening horizon, “no matter how many skies have fallen.”