Even though it's a bit too early, I thought if you'd all have to wait for a chapter, you should wait on this note. This pretty much begins the story and explains what's going on. Sort of… Enjoy!

And it was falling, falling, falling. Falling to the ground in a burst of beautiful crimson. Falling to the ground like the death of a beautiful vermillion phoenix, robed in flames and golden feathers, stretching out its lucent wings to absorb the last rays of the sun and there, burst in a frenzy of fire, passion, and ash.

Only it wasn't a phoenix. It was my house. Our house. Our beautiful little cottage of dreams. And it was she- trapped in the flames, burnt to the ground as if she were but a common witch. Celcia, my phoenix, my angel. Celcia burned to the ground.

And it was falling, falling, falling. It just took a minute or two and then the roof collapsed and then the rest came with it. It was burning just like a beautiful aurora; red and orange and yellow and pink and black- black like the night. Black like her hair.

And it was falling, falling, falling. And I couldn't even do anything but stare- stare like an idiot, transfixed with horror. They told me I couldn't save her. And I couldn't.

And it was falling, falling, falling. And where were they? Where were they when the first fumes of grey and orange came streaming out of our windows? Where were they when the first rounds of screams came sounding out from that hellfire? Where were all our neighbors who, day after day, doted on her smile and her laughter, who loved my angel as I did?

And it was falling, falling, falling. And no one saved her. Not one person. And by they time I arrived, I saw only a pillar- a pillar of a dead phoenix. And I knew. My angel was dead. They let her die.

And it was falling, falling, falling. Never to rise, never to return. Falling just like the snow, just like the cold, ironic snow that couldn't stop the fire.

And now, here we are- Kitty and I. Here we are in another town, in another house. And it's just the same. Every single minute I think about her. I think about her when it's snowing, I think about her when it's raining, I think about her at the birthday parties, I think about her at the baby showers, I think about her at the weddings, at the funerals, in the day, in the night, in my dreams, in the snow. And I see her. I see her everywhere. And in the mirrors that I make. She's always there, always in the mirrors- watching me in the gleam of the glass. And I reach for her, but the glass is in the way. And so I pound and pound and pound on the glass until the glass isn't in the mirror at all- it's in my knuckles.

Sometimes I think I'm going to lose it. Sometimes when Kitty turns around and smiles at me or when I see her cooking breakfast, I think it's you, Celcia. Our daughter is beautiful, isn't she Celcia? I wish you had known her. All the boys in town love her. They're always calling for her. She's still just a child, though.

Sometimes I think Kitty knows what I do in my workroom, knows that most of the time I'm just crying. I think Kitty knows I haven't finished a mirror in over three years. And she knows where the money comes from, knows about the trips to your brother's house.

Sometimes I think I'm going to die, Celcia. But I can't. I can't leave Kitty, Celcia. I can't leave her like you did. I have to be strong.

Sometimes I forget to breathe. And it hurts, Celcia. It hurts when no one cares if you're dead or alive anymore. It hurts seeing your only daughter need you less and less. Celcia, it hurts to disappear.

Celcia, sometimes I can't stop. Sometimes I say this is the last one, but it isn't and I can't stop. Frederic caught me the other day; he made me get out of his house. Celcia, he said he wouldn't help me anymore. Your brother said that. Celcia, what am I going to do? Celcia, help me, help me!

Celcia, sometimes I don't remember where I am! Sometimes I don't remember where I went, or who I kissed. Celcia, I think I'm going to die. Help me; won't you help me?

Frederic took me to meet someone the other day. They talked to me for a while. They asked me a few questions. I cried. Nothing meant anything, Celcia. Nobody means anything at all. They just talk and ask questions and smile a little and go away.

Celcia, sometimes I can't even see! Sometimes I don't know what I say! And Kitty is there, Celcia. Kitty has stopped smiling.

Oh, god, Celcia, sometimes I don't remember what I've done! Sometimes she's crying, and I don't remember what I've done! Celcia, you've got to save me! Please, Celcia come back! Celcia, you have got to rescue me from this nightmare!

I'm falling Celcia. Just like this snow, I'm falling. I'm losing control. Just like this snow. It just falls down and it can't do anything. It just falls, drifts to the ground and dies.

Celcia, sometimes I collapse and I don't know why. If I collapse here, will I die? Will you wait for me up there, Celcia?

Will someone save me? Celcia are you there? Are you listening? Is anyone listening? There's so much snow. Why didn't the Snow Queen come the day you died? Celcia, if she had come…

Oh, god, Celcia, I can't hide anything from you. Are you doing this to punish me? Celcia, can't you see? I'm dying. I'm melting away. And I'm destroying Kitty. I'm destroying everyone! Celcia, take me home! Take me away! Let me go home!

Celcia, it's so cold. Why is it so cold? Celcia, what's going on? Are you coming back? Why won't you talk to me? Celcia? Where are you Celcia? I can't hear you?

Celcia, I think I fell. The snow is so cold. It's as cold as ice. I guess it is ice. Why is it so cold Celcia?

Falling, falling, falling. The snow keeps falling. It's getting heavier and heavier. It's so hard to breathe, Celcia.

Falling, falling, falling. Celcia, something is falling down from the sky. Celcia, something's wrong! Celcia, I don't think that's snow! Celcia, what are you doing? Celcia? Celcia, look at that scintillating snow! What's wrong with that snow?

Falling, falling, falling. Celcia, that looks like glass! Celcia, something landed in the snow! Celcia, what on earth is going on?

And it's falling, falling, falling. Glass is falling everywhere. And nowhere. There's a piece of glass right in front of me. What am I doing? What's going on? Where am I? Celcia, what do I do?

Look at this. What is this? Is this really glass? It's the most beautiful glass I've ever seen. Where did it come from? The sky? But how's that possible? It's so big! It's like a little handheld mirror. Celcia, are you watching this? Celcia-

Oh, God, what is going on? This isn't right. God, what is wrong with me? Please, God, help me! God, my wife is in this mirror! Something isn't right! Celcia! Celcia, can you hear me? Oh, God, oh God, oh God, what is going on? Oh, God, something isn't right. Celcia? Can you hear me? Celcia?

Falling, falling, falling. Celcia, I think I'm falling. No, I think the world is falling. Celcia, why are you in the mirror? Are you coming back to me?

Oh, God, why is my wife in the mirror? What's going on? Is it a miracle?

Steady now, Celcia, I'm taking you back. We're going home.

The glass is so beautiful. I can see you in it, Celcia. It's a miracle. This is God's glass.

It's falling, falling, falling.

Celcia, I don't think I'm well. Celcia, help me. I'm falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.