Disclaimer: Trinity Blood nor the characters within belong to me. They belong to Sunao Yoshida-sensei (Rest in peace...) and respected parties. The purpose of this fan fiction is solely for the entertainment of the readers and to exercise my own writing ability.

A/N: Just a really quick drabble that popped into my head while listening to the song I Lived by OneRepublic. When I heard the lyrics I could imagine Abel saying the words to Esther while she mourned his death. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think please! I would love to hear from you.

For the full affect, I suggest listening to I Lived while reading.


The light of several candles flickered at the head of the church, fighting to banish the shadows that threatened to over take them. Burning incense and the fragrance of hundreds of flowers drifted in the air unnoticed by the occupants of the church.

A young woman wearing the white and blue habit of a nun knelt in the floor, a matching wimple resting on short, deep red hair. She was folded over with her face pressed into the lap of a man dressed in the deep black cassock of a priest.

Only the sound of the sister's weeping could be heard in the dark church.

"Father Nightroad, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I... I couldn't do anything," she murmured in a broken whisper.

The priest gently stroked her head with a gloved hand, compassion and tenderness shining in his winter blue eyes as he gazed down at the woman in his lap. A pale silver tail of hair held back by a simple black ribbon trailed down his back.

"Oh, miss Esther," he softly sighed, turning his head slightly to the side. Resting beside him was his rosary, the broken chain curled lovingly around a silver plaque screwed into the head of the black, wooden coffin he was perched upon. The words freshly engraved in the metal read: Abel Nightroad.

He looked back at the woman in his lap with sorrow in his eyes.

"It's not your fault."

He knew she couldn't hear him, but he hoped deep in his heart that his words would reach her. And with that hope firmly in hand, Abel opened his mouth and began to softly sing...