Note: ~ ~ are flashbacks and all dialouge spoken by Aki, Kotaro and Ryosuke are in Japanese. I didn't think you'd really want me to write in Japanese, so... Oh yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, needless to say, my college fund worries would be over. Oh, the song "Day that I die" belongs to Good Charlotte, the rock band.
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One day I woke up, I woke up knowin'
Today is the day that I die
"Hilde! Hey, love! Hilde!" Duo Maxwell called as he entered his house, wiping his forehead with his shirt he had taken off long ago, revealing his well-muscled chest.
"In the kitchen!" His wife called back. "And make sure you wipe your feet before you come in!"
Duo gulped and looked back at his dirty footprints from the door to the middle of the hall, where he was standing.
"Um..oops?" He said quietly, and kicked his shoes off before proceeding into the kitchen. He saw Hilde opening the refrigerator, dressed as usual in a tank top and shorts. She pulled out a beer, handing it to him before walking back to the table, where her accountbooks were spread across the surface. In a high chair next to him sat his two-year-old son, Zack.
"Where's Junior, babe?" Duo asked, pulling off the top to the beer.
"Mm...at Matt's house, swimming. I let him go over for a little while."
"Oh..." Duo said, vaguely remembering something that his son mentioned at breakfast this morning about a pool.
"I drink!" Called out the small voice from the high chair, and Duo grinned, setting down his beer and lifting his son out of his high chair. With his dark bluish-black hair and violet eyes, Zack was becoming quite a good-looking kid even at two. People were always stopping him on the street, telling him what an adorable little boy and little baby he had.
"Hey kiddo! You're a little too young to drink, but how about some apple juice?" Duo said, cradling his little boy in his arms and handing him his sippy cup. Zack scrunched up his button nose and stared up at his father.
"No, grape!"
Duo blinked and then sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"Forgive your father's mortal mistake, my son, I only hope you can live to correct your own ways, for I have permanently stained you..offering apple juice instead of the holy Grape-"
"Cone on, Duo, you sound like Darth Vader talking to Luke!" Hilde spoke up, taking Zack from his arms and opening the refridgerator once again. "You wanted grape, sweetie?"
Duo sighed. "Well, if I'm Darth Vader, then I demand a little more respect! Hell, I'm a Sith lord! No, even better! I'm Shinigami! I take orders from no one and I am all-powerful!" Duo cried, sticking out his chest illustratively. "And I shall-"
His little rant was interrupted by the soft beeping of the vidphone and Hilde tossed him an amused look.
"Go answer the phone, Darth."
"Yes'm." Duo mumbled dejectedly, walking to the other end of the kitchen and activating the video screen, and then picking up the phone.
"Funny Farm, how may I help you?"
"Duo!" Hilde called from across the living room.
"Good to see you still have a sense of humor, Maxwell."
Duo grinned as the deep voice reached his ears.
"Yo, Zechs! How've you been, man? How's the family?"
"Do you always walk around the house with your shirt off? And they're fine, thanks."
"No, not always, only when it's hot, even though it's the middle of December...So Zechs, what's up? You normally don't...call?" Duo's eyes lit with confusion as he saw the expression in his comrade's eyes.
"Maxwell...I have something to tell you..."
Cast off the buck an', went to the park and
Enjoyed it one last time
"Would you please just lay off that subject!?" Dark blue eyes flashed angirly as Ryosuke glared at Zechs from across the cafeteria table where they were sitting. Zechs held back a sigh.
"Ryosuke-"
"I don't understand what my mother has to do with any of this. I'm sick of everyone asking that. Just because my father was a former soldier, he would never do anything to my mom."
"Ryosuke, I didn't-"
"You implied."
"..."
"My dad loved my mom alot. He was very upset when she died."
"I can understand that, Ryosuke. I love my wife very much as well. However, you know that your father was murdered in cold blood, because he was a soldier in the Eve Wars."
Ryosuke's eyes darkened and his voice became strangely monotonous.
"I know."
"And we believe those same people may be after your brother and sister." Zechs said calmly. If this was, in fact, Heero's son then his temper was not something you wanted to affect. That is, if you valued your life. "Therefore, we have to know as much as possible about your family. And your mother DID give birth to you."
Ryosuke was silent for a moment, and then reached over and took a sip of his cooling hot chocolate. He sat the cup down, and was silent for another moment before answering.
"...Fine. I'll talk."
Zechs smiled inwardly.
"How old were you when your mom died, Ryosuke?"
"Six."
Zechs blinked at how fast the young boy answered. Obviously he wasn't comfortable talking about that. Either that or..
"What were your mother's last words to you?"
"..That she loved me."
Aah. Hesitation.
"Ryosuke, please don't lie."
"...She said to take care of my brother and sister, and Dad. And she said she was sorry."
"For what?"
"I don't know."
"Would she do anything to be sorry about?"
"I don't see what this has to do with anything!" Ryosuke cried, his eyes narrowing. Zechs felt his heart wrench at the sight of the young boy. He was obviously upset.
"Ryosuke..I know that it must have been so hard for you when your mom died, but you need to-"
Ryosuke stood suddenly, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"My mom didn't die!" Ryosuke said loudly, his fists tightly clenched at his sides. "My mom didn't just _die_! She was _murdered_!"
Called my mother, told her I loved her
And I begged her not to cry
I wrote a letter, said I'd miss her
And I signed that goodbye
~
Ryosuke was scared. More scared than he had ever been. He saw his father come out of his mother's room, his face blank and his eyes emotionless. He watched as his father crouched down to his height, staring into his dark blue eyes. Strong hands gripped his shoulders comfortingly, his lips spelling out the words that Ryosuke couldn't interpret. His mind was a blank. He didn't know what to think. He felt his whole body simply go cold, his eyes widening.
He could see the sadness in his father's eyes, and he was pulled into an embrace as Heero hugged him reassuringly before standing.
"Go play." He had said quietly. "I still have to tell your brother."
Y'know the happiest day of my life
The happiest day of my life
Is the day that I die
Ryosuke had walked into the hospital playroom, not feeling at all like he was walking. He was numb. His whole heart was cold, and his throat felt like a cold fist had enslaved it and was squeezing him. He saw his dad take Kotaro aside, his voice hushed. He watched as the three-year-old's eyes went from confusion to misunderstanding, to sadness. And then he heard his brother scream, tears flowing out of his eyes.
"Why, papa!? Why!?"~
Can you feel the cold tonight
It sets in but it's all right
Darkness falls, I'm letting go
All alone, but I feel fine
Lucrezia shifted a bit uncomfortably in the blue chair, not from the hard plastic but from the little girl's unrelenting cold stare. She gulped and then smiled lightly before leaning forward.
"Hello, Aki. My name's Lucrezia, but you can call me Lucy. How are you feeling?"
The smile slipped from her face as Aki continued to stare, her gaze boring into her eyes. She bit her lip, deciding to try another approach.
"Aki, how old are you?"
Silence. Lucrezia sighed. She should just give up and leave.
"She doesn't understand you." A voice piped up from the back of the room. She turned and saw a little boy leaning against the frame in the doorway, his messy black hair falling in front of beautiful aqua blue eyes. Relena's eyes.
"Who..?"
The young boy pushed himself up from the doorway and walked past Lucrezia, and she saw Aki's face light up as he approached her.
"Kotaro!" She cried, extending her bandaged arms. He leaned over and hugged her gently, careful not to disturb the bruises on her stomach. Kotaro pulled his little sister close, tilting his head towards her ear.
"Henji shinai da." He whispered softly before pulling away and turning to Lucrezia.
"Aki doesn't speak your language. She only knows Japanese."
"I understand..And how do you know-"
"My mom taught me." Kotaro cut her off quietly. "Dad..he stopped speaking it after mom died..So only 'niichan and I know it. We speak it to each other sometimes..but, never to Aki. It hurts too much.."
We took a drive and
We drove to DC, to see the places we lived
Low conversation, we talked to old friends
And all the things we did
Kotaro slowly took a seat next to Ryosuke, slowly accepting the hot chocolate the blonde man was offering to him. Lucrezia had come with him, and now she lightly touched his shoulder and they stood and walked a short distance away, talking softly to one another. They occasionally cast glances back to the table, and Kotaro got a look on his face.
"I don't like this." He mumbled, sitting on his hands to try and keep them from going everywhere.
"Hn.."
"Aww, you're no fun, 'niichan." Kotaro mumbled, reaching for his hot chocolate. The soft sound of sobbing stopped him, and he blinked. His gaze swept the room before he turned behind him and saw a young girl, about 5 years old, with short pink hair. She was curled into the corner of a booth, sobbing. Kotaro stood, sitting into the booth and sliding closer to her. She jumped when he placed a reassuring hand on her back, and suddenly she leaned into him, sobbing.
"What's your name?" Kotaro whispered softly.
"Kazuki.." the little girl mumbled between sobs.
"Kazuki...why are you crying?"
"Because my papa just died.." Kazuki sobbed, her grip on his shirt increasing. Kotaro's mind spun. His papa had died too. Shouldn't he be crying? Why were his eyes dry and his sister's and this little girl's were brimming with tears?
Kotaro hugged Kazuki closer. But you're not crying now, and someone needs you, his own was reprimanding him.
"Kazuki! Kazuki!" He heard a voice calling, and let go of his grip on the little girl as a young woman with dark hair came and picked up the little girl, slightly bowing in thanks to Kotaro. He noddd in response and then slid over the top of the booths, landing next to his brother. Ryosuke tossed him a look before taking another sip of his hot chocolate.
"How's Aki?"
"Fine."
"Hn..."
Summer nights, drunken fights
Mistakes we made, and did we live it right?
Y'know the happiest day of my life
I swear, the happiest day of my life
Kotaro bit his lip as suddenly tears that had been pushing against the back of his eyes rushed forward, obscuring his vision. He pushed back the choked sob that threatened to rip itself from his body, and with it his self-control. It just wasn't fair. First his mother, and now his father. He and his brother and sister were all alone now. And for what? Why did some children lose their parents and others, like him, had to be all alone? Why?!
He felt an arm around his shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut as his brother pulled him closer.
"Kotaro.."
"It's not fair!" Kotaro cried, gripping Ryosuke's shirt. "It's just not fair! Why dad and mom?! WHY!? Aki still needs dad! I still need dad! And we all need mom! It's just not fair! Why our parents? Why not someone elses?!" At this he whipped his head up and glared tearfully at his older brother. Ryosuke stared at Kotaro for a minute, and Kotaro stared back. Finally his resolve fell and he collapsed against Ryosuke, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I know it's wrong to wish it was someone else..but...I want mom and dad back!" He whispered, his voice fading until it was only miserable sobs.
Is the day that I die
Ryosuke held onto his little brother, his anger boiling inside him. Whoever dared to mess with their family four years ago, and now, would pay with their lives. His eyes went cold. Yes, he would swear on the honor of his family's name that those who toyed with his life would pay with their own.
"I'll make sure of it." He whispered softly as he hugged his little brother tighter, closing his eyes and letting Kotaro cry.
Meanwhile, in room 612, Aki sat up in her bed and looked around the dark room. It was the middle of day, but the dark stormclouds outside obscured the sun from her room. The woman was gone, and so were the nurses. She turned her attention to all the wires on various places on her body, and then up to the silent monitor they were hooked on. She saw the jagged lines going up and down, around strategically placed numbers, slashbars and kanji she couldn't read. But above the kanji...She squinted her eyes. Ah! Hiragana. She could read hiragana.
"Ke tsu atsu..Ketsu ry u." She slowly read. Blood pressure, and bloodstream. What was a blood pressure? She switched to the second set of characters. "Shi n pa ku ..." Heartbeat. She knew what that was. She switched to the third set of characters, which was only kanji. No hiragana. Oh well...she didn't feel like reading anyways. And she didn't want to go to sleep, because every time she closed her eyes..
~
"Run, Aki! Go!" She felt a violent shove on her back and fell just as the gun was fired. She felt blood hit her cheek and looked up, her eyes widening as she saw her father fall to the ground, blood flowing freely from his chest.
"Papa!!"
~
Aki shook her head quickly, her cheeks hot and a lump forming in her throat. No, she wouldn't remember. She didn't want to remember. She cast a glance at the monitor and noticed that the lines under 'Shinpaku' were suddenly alot closer together and the spikes were alot higher. She watched them slow down, and looked outside just as she heard the soft patter of rain against the windowpane. She lowered her head, and then curled under the covers, crying softly into her pillow. She didn't want to be so alone. And she didn't want to remember anymore.
Can you feel the cold tonight
It sets in but it's alright
Darkness falls, I'm letting go
All alone, but I feel just fine...
TBC
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One day I woke up, I woke up knowin'
Today is the day that I die
"Hilde! Hey, love! Hilde!" Duo Maxwell called as he entered his house, wiping his forehead with his shirt he had taken off long ago, revealing his well-muscled chest.
"In the kitchen!" His wife called back. "And make sure you wipe your feet before you come in!"
Duo gulped and looked back at his dirty footprints from the door to the middle of the hall, where he was standing.
"Um..oops?" He said quietly, and kicked his shoes off before proceeding into the kitchen. He saw Hilde opening the refrigerator, dressed as usual in a tank top and shorts. She pulled out a beer, handing it to him before walking back to the table, where her accountbooks were spread across the surface. In a high chair next to him sat his two-year-old son, Zack.
"Where's Junior, babe?" Duo asked, pulling off the top to the beer.
"Mm...at Matt's house, swimming. I let him go over for a little while."
"Oh..." Duo said, vaguely remembering something that his son mentioned at breakfast this morning about a pool.
"I drink!" Called out the small voice from the high chair, and Duo grinned, setting down his beer and lifting his son out of his high chair. With his dark bluish-black hair and violet eyes, Zack was becoming quite a good-looking kid even at two. People were always stopping him on the street, telling him what an adorable little boy and little baby he had.
"Hey kiddo! You're a little too young to drink, but how about some apple juice?" Duo said, cradling his little boy in his arms and handing him his sippy cup. Zack scrunched up his button nose and stared up at his father.
"No, grape!"
Duo blinked and then sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"Forgive your father's mortal mistake, my son, I only hope you can live to correct your own ways, for I have permanently stained you..offering apple juice instead of the holy Grape-"
"Cone on, Duo, you sound like Darth Vader talking to Luke!" Hilde spoke up, taking Zack from his arms and opening the refridgerator once again. "You wanted grape, sweetie?"
Duo sighed. "Well, if I'm Darth Vader, then I demand a little more respect! Hell, I'm a Sith lord! No, even better! I'm Shinigami! I take orders from no one and I am all-powerful!" Duo cried, sticking out his chest illustratively. "And I shall-"
His little rant was interrupted by the soft beeping of the vidphone and Hilde tossed him an amused look.
"Go answer the phone, Darth."
"Yes'm." Duo mumbled dejectedly, walking to the other end of the kitchen and activating the video screen, and then picking up the phone.
"Funny Farm, how may I help you?"
"Duo!" Hilde called from across the living room.
"Good to see you still have a sense of humor, Maxwell."
Duo grinned as the deep voice reached his ears.
"Yo, Zechs! How've you been, man? How's the family?"
"Do you always walk around the house with your shirt off? And they're fine, thanks."
"No, not always, only when it's hot, even though it's the middle of December...So Zechs, what's up? You normally don't...call?" Duo's eyes lit with confusion as he saw the expression in his comrade's eyes.
"Maxwell...I have something to tell you..."
Cast off the buck an', went to the park and
Enjoyed it one last time
"Would you please just lay off that subject!?" Dark blue eyes flashed angirly as Ryosuke glared at Zechs from across the cafeteria table where they were sitting. Zechs held back a sigh.
"Ryosuke-"
"I don't understand what my mother has to do with any of this. I'm sick of everyone asking that. Just because my father was a former soldier, he would never do anything to my mom."
"Ryosuke, I didn't-"
"You implied."
"..."
"My dad loved my mom alot. He was very upset when she died."
"I can understand that, Ryosuke. I love my wife very much as well. However, you know that your father was murdered in cold blood, because he was a soldier in the Eve Wars."
Ryosuke's eyes darkened and his voice became strangely monotonous.
"I know."
"And we believe those same people may be after your brother and sister." Zechs said calmly. If this was, in fact, Heero's son then his temper was not something you wanted to affect. That is, if you valued your life. "Therefore, we have to know as much as possible about your family. And your mother DID give birth to you."
Ryosuke was silent for a moment, and then reached over and took a sip of his cooling hot chocolate. He sat the cup down, and was silent for another moment before answering.
"...Fine. I'll talk."
Zechs smiled inwardly.
"How old were you when your mom died, Ryosuke?"
"Six."
Zechs blinked at how fast the young boy answered. Obviously he wasn't comfortable talking about that. Either that or..
"What were your mother's last words to you?"
"..That she loved me."
Aah. Hesitation.
"Ryosuke, please don't lie."
"...She said to take care of my brother and sister, and Dad. And she said she was sorry."
"For what?"
"I don't know."
"Would she do anything to be sorry about?"
"I don't see what this has to do with anything!" Ryosuke cried, his eyes narrowing. Zechs felt his heart wrench at the sight of the young boy. He was obviously upset.
"Ryosuke..I know that it must have been so hard for you when your mom died, but you need to-"
Ryosuke stood suddenly, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"My mom didn't die!" Ryosuke said loudly, his fists tightly clenched at his sides. "My mom didn't just _die_! She was _murdered_!"
Called my mother, told her I loved her
And I begged her not to cry
I wrote a letter, said I'd miss her
And I signed that goodbye
~
Ryosuke was scared. More scared than he had ever been. He saw his father come out of his mother's room, his face blank and his eyes emotionless. He watched as his father crouched down to his height, staring into his dark blue eyes. Strong hands gripped his shoulders comfortingly, his lips spelling out the words that Ryosuke couldn't interpret. His mind was a blank. He didn't know what to think. He felt his whole body simply go cold, his eyes widening.
He could see the sadness in his father's eyes, and he was pulled into an embrace as Heero hugged him reassuringly before standing.
"Go play." He had said quietly. "I still have to tell your brother."
Y'know the happiest day of my life
The happiest day of my life
Is the day that I die
Ryosuke had walked into the hospital playroom, not feeling at all like he was walking. He was numb. His whole heart was cold, and his throat felt like a cold fist had enslaved it and was squeezing him. He saw his dad take Kotaro aside, his voice hushed. He watched as the three-year-old's eyes went from confusion to misunderstanding, to sadness. And then he heard his brother scream, tears flowing out of his eyes.
"Why, papa!? Why!?"~
Can you feel the cold tonight
It sets in but it's all right
Darkness falls, I'm letting go
All alone, but I feel fine
Lucrezia shifted a bit uncomfortably in the blue chair, not from the hard plastic but from the little girl's unrelenting cold stare. She gulped and then smiled lightly before leaning forward.
"Hello, Aki. My name's Lucrezia, but you can call me Lucy. How are you feeling?"
The smile slipped from her face as Aki continued to stare, her gaze boring into her eyes. She bit her lip, deciding to try another approach.
"Aki, how old are you?"
Silence. Lucrezia sighed. She should just give up and leave.
"She doesn't understand you." A voice piped up from the back of the room. She turned and saw a little boy leaning against the frame in the doorway, his messy black hair falling in front of beautiful aqua blue eyes. Relena's eyes.
"Who..?"
The young boy pushed himself up from the doorway and walked past Lucrezia, and she saw Aki's face light up as he approached her.
"Kotaro!" She cried, extending her bandaged arms. He leaned over and hugged her gently, careful not to disturb the bruises on her stomach. Kotaro pulled his little sister close, tilting his head towards her ear.
"Henji shinai da." He whispered softly before pulling away and turning to Lucrezia.
"Aki doesn't speak your language. She only knows Japanese."
"I understand..And how do you know-"
"My mom taught me." Kotaro cut her off quietly. "Dad..he stopped speaking it after mom died..So only 'niichan and I know it. We speak it to each other sometimes..but, never to Aki. It hurts too much.."
We took a drive and
We drove to DC, to see the places we lived
Low conversation, we talked to old friends
And all the things we did
Kotaro slowly took a seat next to Ryosuke, slowly accepting the hot chocolate the blonde man was offering to him. Lucrezia had come with him, and now she lightly touched his shoulder and they stood and walked a short distance away, talking softly to one another. They occasionally cast glances back to the table, and Kotaro got a look on his face.
"I don't like this." He mumbled, sitting on his hands to try and keep them from going everywhere.
"Hn.."
"Aww, you're no fun, 'niichan." Kotaro mumbled, reaching for his hot chocolate. The soft sound of sobbing stopped him, and he blinked. His gaze swept the room before he turned behind him and saw a young girl, about 5 years old, with short pink hair. She was curled into the corner of a booth, sobbing. Kotaro stood, sitting into the booth and sliding closer to her. She jumped when he placed a reassuring hand on her back, and suddenly she leaned into him, sobbing.
"What's your name?" Kotaro whispered softly.
"Kazuki.." the little girl mumbled between sobs.
"Kazuki...why are you crying?"
"Because my papa just died.." Kazuki sobbed, her grip on his shirt increasing. Kotaro's mind spun. His papa had died too. Shouldn't he be crying? Why were his eyes dry and his sister's and this little girl's were brimming with tears?
Kotaro hugged Kazuki closer. But you're not crying now, and someone needs you, his own was reprimanding him.
"Kazuki! Kazuki!" He heard a voice calling, and let go of his grip on the little girl as a young woman with dark hair came and picked up the little girl, slightly bowing in thanks to Kotaro. He noddd in response and then slid over the top of the booths, landing next to his brother. Ryosuke tossed him a look before taking another sip of his hot chocolate.
"How's Aki?"
"Fine."
"Hn..."
Summer nights, drunken fights
Mistakes we made, and did we live it right?
Y'know the happiest day of my life
I swear, the happiest day of my life
Kotaro bit his lip as suddenly tears that had been pushing against the back of his eyes rushed forward, obscuring his vision. He pushed back the choked sob that threatened to rip itself from his body, and with it his self-control. It just wasn't fair. First his mother, and now his father. He and his brother and sister were all alone now. And for what? Why did some children lose their parents and others, like him, had to be all alone? Why?!
He felt an arm around his shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut as his brother pulled him closer.
"Kotaro.."
"It's not fair!" Kotaro cried, gripping Ryosuke's shirt. "It's just not fair! Why dad and mom?! WHY!? Aki still needs dad! I still need dad! And we all need mom! It's just not fair! Why our parents? Why not someone elses?!" At this he whipped his head up and glared tearfully at his older brother. Ryosuke stared at Kotaro for a minute, and Kotaro stared back. Finally his resolve fell and he collapsed against Ryosuke, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I know it's wrong to wish it was someone else..but...I want mom and dad back!" He whispered, his voice fading until it was only miserable sobs.
Is the day that I die
Ryosuke held onto his little brother, his anger boiling inside him. Whoever dared to mess with their family four years ago, and now, would pay with their lives. His eyes went cold. Yes, he would swear on the honor of his family's name that those who toyed with his life would pay with their own.
"I'll make sure of it." He whispered softly as he hugged his little brother tighter, closing his eyes and letting Kotaro cry.
Meanwhile, in room 612, Aki sat up in her bed and looked around the dark room. It was the middle of day, but the dark stormclouds outside obscured the sun from her room. The woman was gone, and so were the nurses. She turned her attention to all the wires on various places on her body, and then up to the silent monitor they were hooked on. She saw the jagged lines going up and down, around strategically placed numbers, slashbars and kanji she couldn't read. But above the kanji...She squinted her eyes. Ah! Hiragana. She could read hiragana.
"Ke tsu atsu..Ketsu ry u." She slowly read. Blood pressure, and bloodstream. What was a blood pressure? She switched to the second set of characters. "Shi n pa ku ..." Heartbeat. She knew what that was. She switched to the third set of characters, which was only kanji. No hiragana. Oh well...she didn't feel like reading anyways. And she didn't want to go to sleep, because every time she closed her eyes..
~
"Run, Aki! Go!" She felt a violent shove on her back and fell just as the gun was fired. She felt blood hit her cheek and looked up, her eyes widening as she saw her father fall to the ground, blood flowing freely from his chest.
"Papa!!"
~
Aki shook her head quickly, her cheeks hot and a lump forming in her throat. No, she wouldn't remember. She didn't want to remember. She cast a glance at the monitor and noticed that the lines under 'Shinpaku' were suddenly alot closer together and the spikes were alot higher. She watched them slow down, and looked outside just as she heard the soft patter of rain against the windowpane. She lowered her head, and then curled under the covers, crying softly into her pillow. She didn't want to be so alone. And she didn't want to remember anymore.
Can you feel the cold tonight
It sets in but it's alright
Darkness falls, I'm letting go
All alone, but I feel just fine...
TBC