Killian's p.o.v
You were my flesh and blood's heart and spirit. You
were born with an extraordinary gift and purpose.
Your destiny was already set and I bet you felt
truly free in knowing that you could fly. My voice
drowned in all the white noise. I waited patiently at the
crossroads for you. You were a diamond in the rough,
but you were wise beyond your years. It was very
poetic, prophetic, and yet tragic when your tears
transformed into bloody raindrops. It didn't make
any sense as to why you sacrificed yourself for a cruel
world that gave you scars. I carried your love and held onto it
like a cross.