The battle has been fought and won. The war is over. The noises have stopped: you can sleep at night.
She's everything and nothing; she's light and dark, hard and soft – cold and yet she radiates warmth and compassion.
She's insincere. And it's working for her.
He's calm and solitude; he's strength and unforgiving, depth and honesty – young and yet he's a thousand years older than she is.
He's harsh. And it's getting him through.
They are the characters in this tale. You are the reader. And I beg you, with every fibre of my being, to love them. Because, after all, they live in you.
Hold his hand. Close your eyes. Hear her laughter like a bell.
They want to be loved. They want their hands held. They want to close their eyes and hear laughter in the heads. They are just like you. Perhaps they are you. But we cannot be sure. For now, I just ask you to love them. Remember that you love them. Whatever they say, whatever they do, love them. Love them before they turn around and love you.
And trust them; you don't want them to love you. Your world will fall away from beneath you and your heart will be ripped apart.
For they loved one another – and when they did, the world fell down.
The sky has fallen.
Let me tell you their story.
