I used to hate it…until he taught me how freeing it could be. How something as small as humming and singing in that cold cell could pull me from the pain and to a different place away from it all…to somewhere that the two of us only existed. He's also the reason why I’ll never sing to another person again. I rub the centre of my chest, a familiar ache building again with the thought of him. He was my only warmth and comfort there, the balm to my lifeless soul, and the only shred of hope I had in that hell…Zrael. His rough, gravelly voice calls to me, my name on his lips the last word I hear
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