A/N: written: October 2012
edited: August 23, 2013
I don't own anything!
I can fix this, he says, as he cradles a broken body in his arms
I can fix this, I swear.
He closes his eyes and he wishes, wishes, wishes,
And all of a sudden it's years ago and he's just arriving, just coming in,
And the beginning is untainted and innocent and so, so bright.
