I was knee-deep in my own blood, and your inner workings. I was lost, and trapped, and dying. And I begged you, pleased with the dead metal to wake up. To survive.
There you were. Soft-glowing and mine, and you laughed all around me and I thought of Pandora's box, of hope. You named yourself, but I probably would have called you Hope, would have seen you as I still see you - as the last light in the dark.
You saved me, then, and you've been saving me ever since. Give me this, one last thing. Stay safe, and alive, and as bright as you were the day we met.
I pulled you out of the last hell. Don't follow me into the next, my darling girl. Don't even try.
If you'd ever asked me to stop, I would have, but you never did. I know that was hard for you to do, and unfair of me to put you up to, but you never were one to turn back when it came to helping me.
Be brave a little longer, won't you? You have a body, a life. An afterlife. So go and enjoy it. I'll be stuck around watching you, after all. Put on a show. Show me dancing, and music, and love and laughter. Come crashing into me with years and years of stories to tell.
I have loved you for as long as I've known you, and will love you to the ends of the universe. I will love you through heaven and though hell, and you will be the light that I seek when the dark crashes down.
This isn't the end. Nowhere near.
This is just the interval.
Until we meet again, my darling, my love, the hope I never thought I'd have.
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