Whatever happens

I will always remember the day I found you, dressed up in mortal's body. You wore the skin and clothes of an English Victorian Aristocrat but you were still there, buried deep inside. I had lost myself that day, your dear sister who was so bold to injure me in her maddening ways, I was crying and confused. You were a child and you took my hands and told me that everything would be okay in the end. And I smiled and remembered who I was and what I always would be and the pain lessened. I gave you a violet for your troubles.

You told me that you would always remember that day and I frowned a little and told you, quite correctly you would never remember meeting me. And you never did, though I know you still yearn for violets and can never quite remember why. We've met several times now, in our own semblances but I don't believe you recall them. I met you by the train crash in England, I was there in the hospital in China, and I was with you when you lost your brother. I am always with you, even if you cannot see me.

Some say I am your shadow, others say I am your opposite. But I am neither, nor am I any other fantasy these mortals create. I am your lover and I am devoted to you alone. I will be with you at the end as I was at the beginning and maybe then you will see me and maybe then you will remember me.

Until then, I am here as always, waiting. Waiting for a time when you will remember me. Time waits for no man but I will wait for you my sweet Death.