I cried. I cried. Everything hurt.
The door opened, and there he was. My angel. His empty orange eyes peered down at me. He kneeled down, and placed his hand on my head.
"Are you experiencing a bad memory?" His voice softened just for me. I reached for him- his hair wrapped around my fingers.
"Do you want me to tell you a story? Or sing you a song."
"I just don't want you to be alone."
He rested his hand on my head. "I'm not alone. You're
here." My hand shook as I touched his face. He still didn't know how this worked, huh? What had he even been through while I was looking for him?
"I'm sorry love for how things will be." He stayed with me, not knowing soon our time together would end, and we'd be seperated by millions of stars again.