"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I'll set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart "

The Night air is much colder than usual as I set up my guitar at my usual position, looking around every now and then as I wonder whether Aro may turn up tonight. He's not been visiting as regularly as he used too, promises that he isn't avoiding me only making me worry more as he assures that it is simply a matter of business that he wishes to sort out quickly.

I can't help but worry I tell him. So many have walked out on me or given the cold shoulder when things began to get tough, when they realised there was nothing left they could think off to save me. I became a lost cause to them, a ticking time bomb of death as my mother had once called me in a fit of grief induced rage.

The thoughts of my mother bring pain to my heart as I begin to strum the first cords of my song, the last conversation I had had with her had been weeks ago and had not gone as well as I would have liked. I don't want to leave this world with regrets that we never were able to see eye to eye. I don't want to die with her believing I gave up. I have never given up.

I look around a final time, hoping to see Aro in his usual spot in the shadows, only just in sight and smiling as his eyes would close as if basking in the sound of the music. But he isn't there. Only a lone figure seems to stand out amongst the waning crowd of tourists, the hood of their jacket pulled tight over head to hide their face as they simply stand and watch.

It's nothing like when Aro stands and watches over my performance, nothing like the comforting presence of the man I love. It is daunting, a weight crushing down on my heart for a moment as I gather my courage and do my best to ignore the feeling. they seem familiar, despite how little I can see of their features.

"Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart"

The feeling is suffocating as a breeze catches the stranger and a glimpse is given briefly, Honey blonde hair, that I know is turning white in certain points, flashing as a pale, feminine hand shoots out to cover what has been revealed. The beating of my heart and the nausea within my stomach is not what I need right now, so soon after being able to leave my room after being so ill.

I know so well those hands, that shade of blonde as she lifts her head to look at me, our eyes catching for the briefest of moments before I turn away, unable to hold her eye. She's always refused to visit, so why was she here now when she had always made clear that the sight of me brought her pain?


*Aro's P.O.V*

I stick to the shadows as I race closer to where I can hear the sound of my angels song, guilt aching through my still heart at the fact that, once again this week, I am late for her performance. I hope and pray that I will not have missed it completely as I did on previous nights, but my business cannot be halted.

I am making the preparations for my beloved Valora, to bring her within my coven and welcome her amongst my own. Ii will not tell her straight away of my true identity, simply offer her a place of respite far more comfortable than the flat she calls home. She doesn't have much more time left and soon, as she has told me, she will be confined to the four walls of her room.

I will not hear her sing from then on as she puts it but, if I have my way, she will have eternity to sing and bless my days with her light forever more.

As I draw closer to the spot that her gentle voice carries strongest, I notice a strange figure stood watching also, eyes locking briefly with my angel before she breaks the gaze and does her best to seem unfazed by the person watching her.

Anger courses through me at the sight of Valora being made to feel so uncomfortable by another, finding myself moving to stand beside the stranger as they simply continue to watch. It is then I see that it is a woman, her features so similar to that of my angel, her hair a shade of honey blonde that I recognise as the shade that runs through my songstresses own hair, their eyes almost perfect matches if not for the absence of Valora's pale blue streaks.

But what catches my surprise most of all is the tears that roll unbidden from her eyes as she listens to the music.

"Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start"

She notices my stare as she gives me a single sidewards glance before turning away once more, her voice shaking with what I can only describe as grief, her delicate hands clenching slightly as if to give herself strength that she no longer possesses as the song draws to a close.

"I never thought I would come here and see her again... We always end up fighting whenever we speak on the phone. But it doesn't mean I love her any less and, as much as she might not believe me, I do understand why she has made her choice to stop all treatment. But is it so wrong to grieve for a life that is going to end so soon, even if that grief manifests into anger towards the one who deserves it the least? No matter what distance will be put between us once the Cancer takes her, no matter how many years pass by, she'll always be my little girl... It just breaks my heart to know that I have to let her go completely"