“You, my love. You shot across my sky like a burning star, and I needed that fire because I felt so cold and lost without you— so hopeless and full of despair.” He slowly turned me to face him and wiped the tears from my eyes. “Never underestimate the magic you hold; I am not speaking of your elements or ribbons.” He put his hand against my heart. “I am talking about this. You are magic; your very being, your soul, and as dreadful as you may believe it to be, you are a light, Raven. You are my light.”
