Gabriel's p.o.v (as a ghost)
Blissful nothingness, the time to fall into an endless deep sleep. Eccentric marigold, lost within a world of wonder and magic, irreplaceable childhood innocence. Elegant sophistication, a velvet soft heart of mine. An Expectant little bundle of joy, nameless unborn angel, my former infant self. Our beautiful corpse bride, our delicious brown sugar, every moment that we missed out on. My common sense, a very distorted reality and dream, glamorous fairytale charm. An incredibly bright warm bonfire, continuous peace and solitude. A life that is less extraordinary, my longsuffering patience, grace under fire. Lingering wandering doubts, these secret silent regrets, passing shooting stars. Our once fragile unshakable faith, whispers of what is still yet to come.