The darkness was memory.

“Before I had a chance to feel too sorry for myself, I turned toward the front o…”

“I let go of my wings.Not a nosoul. Not a butterfly.A thousand years from now, e…”

“There was no telling if I’d be reborn when I died, but the waltz began and ende…”

“My heart wasn't big enough to hold everything I felt, but I couldn't bear the t…”