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.