You are loved more than you know. I hereby pledge all my days to prove it so -Sleeping At Last, Light
Place: A Chapel in Storybrooke
Spirit's p.o.v
They light a candle in her honor. What can they say and admire about a teenage girl such as me who committed suicide? I sit in the back row hoping they will not notice me. I feel safe and
comfortable in this darkness. Somehow my mother can sense my presence. She sits down beside
me and I rest my head on her chest. I don't mind if she smothers me. "Hello baby. You will never be
invisible to me. Even now you are loved" my mother vows stroking my hair. I need some fresh air,
therefore I am in a rush to breakaway. I leave her heart bleeding out all over the altar.
