Sarah's p.o.v

Chasing after the wind, one unforgettable happy memory. A fleeting golden age of innocence, this bittersweet beautiful trauma, a silent black and white motion picture. Hanging on by a moment, radiant blossoming joy. Obvious oblivious oblivion, when he was pure and flawless in my eyes. In a world where birth and death collide, I am at his mercy and vice versa. Hope crosses over the great divide and repairs our broken hearts.