†
Send me a '†' and my muse will sing your's to sleep as your muse passes away
-- She looked peaceful.
As if the bite didn't hurt. How was he the only one witnessing her well hidden pain? Tears clear in her eyes, it brought tears into Jean's own, holding her close to try and ease the pain. Though he knew they were nothing but futile attempts. He panicked once he heard her whimper. A sign of weakness, a sign that she could no longer hold up the walls she once called strength, to prove that she was as good as anyone else. Remembering his mother's words, a song always soothes the nerves. It's exactly what Jean did, trembling lips and dead eyes singing a song he found special in his heart.
"And I'll cross oceans, like never before
So you can feel the way I feel it too
And I'll mirror images back at you
So you can see the way I feel it too"