You see, there was once a pure white one that lightened my load. Petra Ral was that beautiful light for me, a pure white cloud in a storm. I sometimes wonder if she ever realized how much she lightened my mental cloud. The one that currently hung over my head, outpouring demons that whisper my past into my ears. The lullaby of a thousand dark angels constantly singing. I never thought I'd have to say goodbye to the person I cared so deeply for. But that day came sooner than expected...