The afternoon sunlight lit up the room, dancing across the floorboards and leaking into the cracks in the wall. Delicate shards of light skittered across the windowpane like escaped pearls freed from the monotony of being chained together. I chose to believe the best in you, I'll always believe the best in you. As the winter air filled your lungs, you exhaled words so beautiful that I clung to every syllable and pocketed each one to keep them safe. I'll tuck them gently in a book like pressed flowers, a soft kaleidoscope of colour fated to never fade. Delicate puffs of air escaped from the corners of your mouth, and it was only when I looked up that I realised we were always left in a cloud of darkness.
