There was once a boy. An angelic boy with a face carved by Gabriel himself. His ocean eyes had seen the worst of this world, a world he was not meant to be in. A world I wanted to take him far away from. He used to sing to me, on that clifftop above the raging sea, above the raging winds, his voice so ,so smooth and sweet compared to the bitterness of everything around us, us in our little bubble away from everything. I would close my eyes, let the material world fade until it was just two souls dancing in the darkness, his and mine. Intertwined like our fingers by fate, but separated by worlds. I would open my eyes again, knowing, I would not see those warm, blue eyes until the end of it all. And so I jumped. Its dark but at the end, I can see him waving at me, laughing and singing our song with a daffodil in his hair and a dove on his shoulder.