White For Light. White For Love. White

Schuyler Pulled Oliver Close And Hugged Him Tightly. "thank You," She Whispered. Thank You For Loving Me Enough To Let Me Go.

Time Did Not Mean Anything To Those Who Had Too Much Of It, But It Was Even More Precious Once It Was Limited.

He's Too Much For Schuyler. They're Wrong For Each Other. Anyone Can See That. And When He Leaves Her, I'll Be There. However Long It Takes, I'll Still Be There For Her. Waiting.

Kingsley Smiled His Cheshire Smile. And Without A Word, He Called Up The White Darkness - The Subvertio - A Spell That Unlocked What Could Not Be Unlocked, That Destroyed What Could Not Be Destroyed. There Was A Rumbling, A Shaking, Like The Strongest Earthquake, And The Iron Gate Crumbled, And The Path Began To Melt. The Demon Shrieked, But Kingsley Just Looked At Mimi The Entire Time. "azrael...

Memories Were Moving Pictures In Which Meaning Was Constantly In Flux. They Were Stories People Told Themselves.