May 20, 2012.
Agonized Memory
"Leaving a puzzle box unsolved is like leaving a song unsung."
She's singing. She hasn't in a while, since her life has mostly been relegated to silence, but for the moment she's singing. And it's his favorite song, of course it is, because the things he liked had always managed to worm their way into her regard as well.
One tear, filled with agonized memory.
A/N: I think this is the first one I've really completely rewritten, this pass through.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.