“Will I see you?” “No, my ruin, to your luck you won’t. But I will be there. In the sun, the flame of a candle, city lights, and every single moon beam. I will always be with you.” She sobbed into the pillow. “What if you can’t find me again?” “I’m never losing you again, Silene. I will rake through every world I know to find you. You will not see me, you will not remember me, but I will be there, you have my word.
