Aurora's p.o.v
Between life and death; run, unicorn, run. Empty but plenty full of unselfish love, angel of rebirth, emerge from the ashes. Take advantage of these long hard nine months. Heavily pregnant woman that I love and admire greatly explodes with laughter and wishes upon a star. X marks the spot where two crossed dying infant stars collided last night. Hazy skies makes the future appear blurry in this holy sanctuary of merry bleeding lovers. Such a bloody afterbirth, lifelong souvenirs, her and mine eternal emotional damage.
