Rem's Song
That song, she loved that song. Every time I hear it memories of her flood my mind and her words accompany that sweet, airy tune. I can't help but let the tears come; for her, for knives, for me. She sacrificed her life for us all; sometimes I don't even care if we'd gained a; this, I want her back, to have been reborn with that blank ticket to the future that she always talked about.
If Rem'd have been there, maybe then knives…, maybe not. That tune, it helps me believe, perhaps that's why she left it behind. "Come what may, you can just ask your heart with all your might for the right thing to do." I made a promise to her and my heart is telling me to honor that vow, even if others are broken.
I can't help missing you as each note floats out, bringing my heart a brief relapse from what I'm going to have to do and what I have done in the past. For a second, that horrible tune, that malformed creation that he and I have fashioned taints, once again, your purity. Your sweet voice and refreshing forgiveness takes over, and peace brings with it a song: Your song, Rem's song.