"So, I laid down, to the cold floor, next to the skull of the one who once was the most precious being ever, in my mind, in my eyes, in my heart.
I tried picturing him speaking to me, easing the pain in my soul, but the bone of his skull was cold, and the once talking mouth had but teeth remained....I kissed that beautiful head...remembering...
And, folding my wings, I crouched to the ground, next to the only one who ever understood me, who truly and honestly cared...
《Does death hurt?》 I asked, hoping, in my mind and heart to get an answer, but those teeth were cold...the eyes were hollow holes, and apart from the cold and peaceful wind around me, which made my wings want to spread, I got no answer....
...No, death doesn't hurt...living among people and people-like beings who find pleasure in bringing death, in causing it and in bringing pain and mocking, hurts...
So....with an empty heart...I closed my eyes, and fell asleep next to my beloved skull...the only remain of me ever being truly happy...I heard a thunder, as if the above and the beyond were angry at me for not having a place in neither realms...
I smiled, I kissed the cold skull, enjoying the peace it offered me, and I sighed: 《I'm sorry I'm existing》... "