On the Day of the Dead, if you leave a candle burning at your window, the souls of the dead will find their way home, but leave at the break of the day.
Whether this is true, no one knows.
-Anonynomous
Oh honey, you're so warm.
I didn't mean to hesitate, I didn't mean to go that way...but how can you know the shape of your own heart? Thou shalt not worship false idols, and I knew it wasn't you down there, but there was a moment--
Better to die than to doubt.
If he hadn't made that mistake like he did with Lieutanant Ross...it still gives me the shivers I might never have known it wasn't her. And it wasn't doubt that stayed my hand that night, love, never that.
But see, after that night, you would open the door, and I'll stand in the doorway, and I'd look at you and try to see the enemy in your eyes, or raise a hand to what might be our little girl, or not. You might bear the first, you're so very strong-- but the second would break your heart and mine both.
Are my hands too cold, hon? I just wanted to touch your hair one last time, I swear. You look good by candlelight-- I'd give anything for sun, where you shine so bright, but I can't be too greedy. All Hallow's Eve-- the night of the dead, I'm lucky that I'm even here-- the candle is burning out. So long as you burn the candle, honey, I'll be there-- but don't weep too long. We ghosts are bad at our goodbyes; we always linger overlong.
But while the spark remains, I'll sit here and watch you sleep.