• ‘’Gareth! Hey, Gareth, over here, come on!’’
    My beloved called me as she ran across the valley. I watched her in breathless awe as she skipped gracefully over the green grass, her thin arms extended outward and her fingers twirled delicately as if to balance each step she took. Pausing on the tip of her toes for a moment, she whirled around to glance back at me with a wry smile forming on her pink lips. Her blue eyes, round as two moons, twinkled mischievously. She swung back around, and her long, coppery hair flowed around her shoulders, the sunlight casting bright bands of gold throughout each lock. She hurried onward up the hill. Her long, white dress swung around her feet like soft feathers, sweeping up the clear dew off the wet, early spring grass as she ran along.
    I gathered up my breath as I watched my beloved hurry farther ahead of me. I faced the task ahead of with my heart thudding heavily in my chest like an iron hammer. Finally finding the courage to continue, I placed one foot in front of the other and flung myself forward. The wind caught in my charcoal black hair, sending dark strands to fly all in my eyes. I ran fast, fueled by my ever thumping heart. Eventually, my long legs caught up with hers, just as we reached the bottom of the hill. She grinned widely at me sideways, her copper hair whipping around her rosy face. I reached out to try and catch onto her small shoulder, but my foot hit a jutting rock. We both fell, laughing hysterically, onto the soft, dewey grass.
    The sun gleamed down brightly on us as we lay there blissfully, relinquishing the pristine day. I rolled over to face her just as she turned herself towards me, and our bodies tangled together. Heat flushed through me as I gazed into her wide eyes. Her normally rosy cheeks turned even redder than usual as a blush crept slowly across her face. I wanted so badly to kiss her, to take her into my arms. I wanted her painfully, but I resisted. Instead, I sat up straight and helped her pull herself off the grass. She smiled a little shyly at me and turned her gaze across the meadow.
    ‘’This has always been my favorite place since I was a little girl.’’ she said wistfully as she sat there beside me. ‘’It was as if there was my own little spot in the world where I could go to whenever I wanted and be myself. Almost no one else ever comes here and I would always feel - How do I say it? - free from time.’’ She smiled tightly and her pink lips stretched thinly from cheek to cheek. ‘’I suppose you have no idea what I’m talking about.’’
    I shook my head earnestly. ‘’No, no, I know exactly what you mean.’’ I said.
    ‘’Actually it’s funny that you said that,’’ I continued, ‘’because right now I feel separated from time and everyone else just by seeing the clock tower from back here.’’
    I motioned to the tall, dark figure jutting above the trees at the end of the valley. We both looked up at the back of the powerful architecture. The clock tower was
    the pride of our town. Every day of the week, the cracked ivory face would watch over the bustling and business of our time square. Every tick of the great time-keeper was like a single beat of the heart of the combined spirits of the town’s people. Although little was known about this oddly gothic structure, it was assumed to be built by monks who had once lived here in a monastery long ago. The monastery now lays in ruins, but the clock tower still stands strong, having seen so many lives in the town come and go. Every grave chime of the clock signaled the death of yet another hour and the birth of a new one.
    Behind the clock tower and the noise of the town square, my beloved and I were successfully cut off from the rest of the town. Although only a short distance and a small group of trees held us from view, the thick, dark branches was enough to keep us out of sight. The hilly clearing in the woods was like a bright green haven for the two of us to be together, unbothered. No one else knew we were here. These were the exact reasons why I had wanted to come to this valley in the first place.
    As if she was sensing my own thoughts, my beloved turned once again to me and smiled brightly. ‘’So why did you want to meet me here, hmm?’’ she said in a teasing voice.
    I swallowed hard and returned her gaze. She appeared bemused, her blue eyes looking back at me innocently. I could see my own pallid face reflected in them. Averting my eyes downward, I slowly inched my hand towards hers and wrapped my fingers through hers. As I stared at our two hands, I noticed how odd her own flushed, delicate skin looked alongside my own long and strangely pale fingers. It seemed all my life that no matter how much sun I ever got, my skin would never grow any darker, almost as if the sun’s rays just refused to cling to me.
    ‘’Well, are you going to speak or just sit there and gaze off into space all day?’’ she prodded.
    Casting my doubts aside, I opened my mouth to say something, only to be cut off by a long, low ‘Gong!’’. My face paled in alarm at this loud interruption. My beloved frowned at me numbly, clearly just as startled as I was. Another great ‘Gong!’ filled the air, pounding our ears and rattling our bones. We both slowly smiled, then laughed rather reluctantly at our own foolishness. Of course it was only the clock tower, ringing in another hour of the day. What a ridiculous thing to be frightened by!
    We waited patiently for the ancient clock to finish it’s chiming. Finally, a twelfth, final ‘Gong!’ rang out of it’s innards. My beloved tried bringing me back to the subject at hand. ‘’You were about to say..?’’ she encouraged.
    Refusing to put this off any longer, I turned around and grasped her hand with both of mine. ‘’Linore.’’ I uttered my beloved’s name. My voice sounded dry and strained as I spoke. ‘’Linore, I’ve known you all my life, for as long as I can remember. Over so many years I have watched you grow, just as I have, and there is one truth I’ve found to grow surer and surer with every day. Every morning I wake up and face it, just like I face the sun coming up. I cannot hide from it or run away any longer. I love you, Linore. You are my life. There is no breath in my body without you.’’
    My beloved blinked, but did not otherwise react or move to speak. I thus continued my confession.
    ‘’Now I know you have other suitors, but I want you to marry me. Choose me,’’ I pleaded, ‘’and I promise I’ll work every day of my life to make sure you have all the luxuries you deserve. I’ll make you happy no matter what it takes. I promise I’ll always be there when you need me. Always.’’ I affirmed. ‘’No matter what should happen, I’ll definitely be there for you and take care of you.’’
    I tried to continue my rampant plea, but she held up one hand to stop me. ‘’I’ve waited so long for you’’, she said, ’’and dreamed that you would say those words. Why, I’m insulted to think that you would doubt my answer!’’
    Her eyebrows were furrowed into a glare when she said this. but her eyes shone with an inner light. Then, slowly, she released her pretense of anger and let a smile spread across her face. The way her face slowly lifted to reveal pure joy felt like the rise of dawn to me. Without any warning, she flung herself forward into such an exuberant embrace that I was knocked backward back onto the soft grass. We laughed as I held her there, surrounded by the green, green hills of the valley,
    I can remember this moment so clearly, like a single drop of time hanging eternally suspended from the harsh drifting currents of events in my life. I suppose that maybe everyone experiences moments like this, that seem to defy the natural laws of time and refuse to ever leave our consciousnesses. Either way, it’s because of this moment that my choices and reactions were dictated the way that they were from this point onward.




    ‘Twas a smoky evening in the town center. I walked the dark streets carrying a single meat pie I was given to bring to my dear aunt. I roamed cold stone streets quite happily as a single image floated in and out of my head over and over again; the image of Linore’s mother, her soft brown eyes smiling at me with joy when the two of us announced our intentions of marriage. Our proclamation to her parents had gone well, even better than I had expected. My initial outlook over today had brought feelings of dread. After all, I wasn’t the wealthiest young man to have had his eye be caught by their beautiful daughter. It seemed, however, that they couldn’t be more delighted. Having been orphaned years ago and looked after by my aunt, feelings of belonging to a family again now surrounded my being. Thus, I walked home with a spring in my step and a cheery tune whistling from my lips.
    Perhaps it was because it was dark and I was distracted by my own sense of well-being that I didn’t see her. Or perhaps it was because she was clad in a dark, ragged robe and had hidden herself in the shadows, away from yellow light of the street lamps. Either way, I walked right past her and was unaware of her presence until I heard a soft, ragged ‘’Ahem’’.
    Taken by surprise, I spun around and my eyes darted towards the source of the noise. A fragile-looking, little, old lady walked into the street light where I could see her. She had a dark hood pulled over her head, but she pulled it back as my gaze met hers so she could look at me back with dark, beady eyes and a large, crooked smile.
    ‘’Good ‘ene my good sir.’’ she said in a sharp, high-pitched voice. I noted immediately that I didn’t recognize her at all, but this wasn’t too unusual considering the size of our town. I couldn’t, after all, be expected to recognize everyone who came and went upon these meandering streets.
    ‘’Good evening ma’am.’’ I replied politely. ‘’Is there anything with which I could help you?’’
    She ignored my patient offer and instead turned her pale face to the succulent gift from Linore’s mother that I had held secure in my arms. ‘’My, my, what a delectable smell! Why, I bet that’s quite a scrumptious pie you hold there!.’’
    Eyeing again her ragged garments, I decided then that she must be a beggar and was drawn by the allure of food. Already being in an exceptionally good mood, I drew out from my pockets a two-pence coin I might give her for a meal. However, when I offered her the coin, she humbly declined. ‘’Oh no! I can’t take this! Not for nothing in return anyway...’’
    I gave her a nod and wished her a safe night, then returned on my way home. Another happy image had just begun to fill my mind, the one of Linore’s father giving me a firm, congratulatory handshake while he beamed a bright smile at me, when I heard the old woman call me back and snap me out of my daydreaming. ‘’But perhaps you could offer me that coin as payment instead.’’ she said.
    ‘’For what?’’, I turned, suddenly curious.
    ‘’For a story.’’ she replied, her eyes suddenly crinkling with odd mirth. I nodded and agreed, if only to aid a poor woman down on her luck.
    She began the story by motioning to the large, looming figure that was not too far from us. ‘’Do you know where the clock tower came from?’’, she asked.
    ‘’Well, it was built by monks that used to live here, wasn’t it?’’ I replied. I had figured this to be common knowledge.
    The old woman gave a small cackle. ‘’You would be right in saying so’’ she agreed. ‘’However, are you aware of the nature of the monastery with which these monks worshiped in?’’
    ‘’I’m not sure what it is that you’re asking...’’ I began, uncertain.
    The woman smiled another large, crooked grin at me. ‘That monastery was the devoted shrine to the Angel of Death. The ‘death’ monks gathered there to pay homage to the great power that leads us all from this world into the next. Black candles burned all along the rows of the chapel. After spending a whole night in prayer and meditation, the abbot had a vision that he believed was sent by the Angel of Death himself. The next day, he ordered this very clock tower to be built, overlooking the monastery. The inscription hidden just beneath the clock’s face reads ‘Nex vigilo totus’ or ‘Death watches all’. He said that the purpose of the clock tower was to remind all that it was only time that lay separating us from the after life. When the monastery was convicted of sheltering a cult, it was burned to the ground along with it’s inhabitants, but the tower was spared. Before long, this town was built and the memory of the ‘death’ monks worn away. However, legend has it that this clock tower serves as a portal to the next world. It is said that for the one second that the clock strikes twelve at midnight, one might pass through the face of the clock and into the afterlife. The traveler would then have until the clock strikes one to return. Perhaps this time would be useful in retrieving a loved one who has passed on, but one could only speculate, right dearie?’’
    I said nothing to this and only stood there, staring at the old woman smiling eerily at me. As I gazed into her pale face, a strange thought occurred to me that the wrinkles lining her features reminded me somehow of the cracks across the ivory face of the great clock. And, for some reason, her crooked grin seemed like the long hand of the clock on one side of the face and the short hand on the other.
    Because I did not know what else to do, I handed her the coin and, without another word, returned on my way home. This time, my steps were not so easy-going, and I tread with an odd chill in my heart. I never saw the old woman again after that night.



    The next day I received word that Linore had suddenly fallen ill. Without any hesitation, I hurried over to her home and arrived at her doorstep with my heart pounding in my chest. Linore was lying in her bed, appearing rather flushed and embarrassed by all the fuss. When she saw me, her wide blue eyes gazed at me earnestly and assured me it was just an ill humor and she would be fine. Her mother hushed me away from the room, saying that she needed bed rest and I should leave her be. Slightly embarrassed by my own overreaction, I proceeded to go about my daily business.
    A few days passed. Linore’s condition was only worsening. It seemed that no matter what they gave her, she couldn’t keep any food down. A doctor was called in to oversee the matter. He gave her all the best medicine and treatment he could come up with, but was flummoxed as to why she only grew weaker and weaker with each passing day.
    A full week had passed. Linore had been asleep in her bed for more than a day, and nothing would awake her. Finally being allowed to be with my beloved, I sat by her bedside, holding her small hand. Her heart was still beating, but very faintly. In the hallway, I could hear the voice of the failed doctor explaining to her parents that there was nothing more that could be done for her, and she was expected to pass away soon. As I gazed at my beloved, my heart ached to see how she had been weathered away by the illness. No longer rosy red, her face had been drained of all it’s color. Her coppery hair hung dull in a tangled mess about her pillow. I clutched her hand, now as pale as mine, to my chest and leaned forward.
    ‘’Don’t leave me, my beloved. I would do anything for you. Anything.’’, I whispered in her ear. With that, I gently kissed her once-pink lips and left for home.
    Linore passed away in her sleep that night. As soon as the news reached my ear, it felt as if all the world had gone gray. I shut myself in my house and wept for the first time in many years. I went numb. I couldn’t feel my fingers or my toes. I dragged myself over to my bed and just lied there. I didn’t close my eyes or sleep, I just stopped moving. I know my aunt peeked in on me once, but she didn’t disturb me. Perhaps others believed I might be taken by sheer grief and pass away in the night as Linore did.
    More hours passed and eventually the sunlight in my room turned to shadows.
    I do not know why the decision came so easily to me. Perhaps it was just because I did not know what else I could do. Eventually, feeling slowly crept back to my limbs and I found I could stand again. Drunken with grief, I stumbled out of my home like a blind man. Blinking in the sickly yellow light of the street lamps, I picked up my feet and continued walking. Even though I hadn’t the slightest idea of what hour of the night it might be, I dragged my pathetic self towards the town center. I do not remember the journey there or wether I had seen anybody on the way. All that I knew passed through my mind was the faint desire to be there, then finding myself standing under the dark tower’s gloom. The time on the ivory clock’s face read eleven forty-two.
    I examined the gothic structure wearily. Made from black iron, the clock, I now noticed upon examination, was adorned in many small symbols and decorations. I found that I could use some of these small carvings as foot-holds. Barely giving a moment's thought to my actions, I climbed my way up the dark towers side. The task was slow and laborious, and I found myself more than once losing hold of my grip, nearly falling to my demise. Still, I persisted in my efforts, and the minutes ticked by. As I pulled my way upward from a particularly treacherous slope in the iron, I saw an ivory clock face against a starless night sky that was nearly within reach. Crying out in relief, I leaned forward to drag myself to the top, but the clock bellowed out a great Gong!, and I was thrown backward again, hanging by the strength of only my left hand. Sweat trickled across my forehead as I clung for my life. The sound of the clock’s chime and been so loud, it vibrated within the chambers of my heart. Relentlessly, the great clock echoed out another great Gong!. In pain and in desperation, I screamed and pulled myself forward. I scrambled onward up the tower, despite the horrible vibrations of the clock’s call. By the time the clock had chimed a sixth time, I then stood on the rim of the ivory face.
    The clock struck a seventh time, and I looked where my feet stood. A large inscription beneath me read ‘Nex vigilo totus’, just as the old woman had spoken of. I closed my eyes and breathed in a great sigh. The clock struck a ninth time. I imaged the feeling of Linore’s round, blue eyes upon my face. The clock struck a tenth time. I imagined the sound of Linore’s voice calling me. The clock struck an eleventh time. I stretched out my arms as if putting myself forth as an offering to the ghastly structure. The clock struck a twelfth time, and I took a step forward in the exact same moment.




    I fell, but not far. Stumbling to me feet, I looked behind me to see a large, ghostly pale, mirror-image of the clock I had just entered through glaring back at me. The second hand still ticked, but backwards, and all the numbers were reversed. According to the tale I was told, I had fifty-nine minutes before my time to return would run out.
    I examined my surroundings now to discover, to my own despair, only complete darkness wherever I looked. I could not even see the very ground with which I tread. Refusing to lose heart, I still ventured further into the abyss. I walked in the darkness for a while, but I always made sure the bright face of the reversed clock was still within my sight. I called out softly at first, then louder ‘’Linore! Are you there, Linore? Please return to me!’’. Only the bleak emptiness of this place returned my call.
    I gazed down at my own trembling hands. My pallid skin felt wrong somehow, as if it were slowly fading away from me. Even my voice, I noticed, grew fainter with each passing moment. I began to fear what effects this place might be having on me. Surely it was a place for spirits and ghosts, where a man like me had no business. Perhaps I, too, was fading away into a spirit. Overcome by the apparent hopelessness of my task, I fell to my knees defeat and decided I would stay here, allowing myself to fade away into time. What use, after all, was returning? There was none, not if everyone I ever cared for could never return either.
    Suddenly, I felt a chill. I looked down towards my knees and saw a pale, vaporous fog drifting about me. The touch of this fog on my skin was a cold I was entirely unfamiliar with. It was a cold like ice conformed around the soul. I searched for the source of the fog and saw that it formed a straight, narrow path before me. Filled with slight unease, I glanced over my shoulder to see how far I had strayed from the reversed clock. The ghost-like face still shone clearly in the dark like a guiding moon. I gathered up what strength I had left and stood and followed the pale mist to where it might lead.
    The fog gathered and swirled around my feet with every step I took, almost as if to ensnare me. I shivered horribly, but continued down the icy path nonetheless. Soon, I began to see a faint glimmer ahead. I thought at first it might be a trick of a desperate mind, but the image persisted. My eyes slowly came into focus on the image in front of me, and I gasped in disbelief. There was no mistaking it, it was Linore! She seemed just as beautiful as I could remember, perhaps even more so. Her hair flowed about her shoulders like beams of light, and there was an odd, distant look upon her face as she gazed off ahead. I noticed that her skin seem seemed strangely luminescent, and with every step she took, her image wavered as if she were not truly solid.
    I hurried forward, desperate to reach her, to call her attention. ‘’Linore! Linore!’’ I shouted to no avail. She did not turn to see me. I was nearly there, nearly close enough to reach out and touch her, but an unseen foe stepped out of the darkness to block my path. I halted to a stop and gasped in shock and horror. The faint light glimmering off of Linore revealed my adversary. It was a tall figure draped in a long black cloak, as black as the shadows surrounding him. His hood covered his head and I could see no face within it, only more darkness. In his right hand he held a long, silver scythe, but it was not like any farmer’s tool I had ever laid eyes on. The long, curved blade held the menace of an executioner’s tool.
    I knew as soon as I beheld him that he was the Angel of Death. I cannot explain it, I only felt it within the depths of my soul. I then saw, too, that the icy fog which I had followed as a trail swirled around his feet. He held up his left hand to halt me. I trembled with disgust to see that his hand held no flesh, just the withered bone of an old corpse. He turned back around and continued onward. He took Linore’s hand in his dead one and continued leading her into the next world.
    As I watched them leave me, a strange and uncanny feeling of pure rage bubbled up within me. He, the Angel of Death himself, was taking my Linore away from me, and my entire being rebelled and revolted at this thought. ‘’No!’’ I howled with fire in my voice like the hounds of hell. The death-bringer turned around slowly at my outburst. I should have walked away. I should have allowed him to do his job, but I couldn’t. Not for all burning torture I felt in my soul for watching him take her. ‘’You cannot have her! I’ll never allow it!’’ I screamed in fury.
    I did not think at all of what I did then. My eyes never left Linore’s radiant face as I ran towards her, arms reaching out to take her back. The dark angel took a step between us and raised his scythe high to swing in an attack. I flung myself straight into my nightmarish opponent and grabbed onto the silvery weapon with all my might. We struggled against each other for many moments as I willed that the menacing blade may not come down upon my neck.
    I do not know where I found the strength to keep fighting, for it seemed that every last ounce of effort was draining my spirit. As I gazed back into the abyss that was the face of my attacker, my vision slowly began to fade away. Something deep within me gave a horrible cry, as if my heart were slowly breaking in two. I let out a ragged gasp. No, I could not allow myself to be defeated! Linore was there and I had to save her. I had sworn to her I would, so it must be so. This one fact was all I knew as I repelled my opponent in a great, pained cry and threw him to the ground, taking his long scythe in my own hands. With the butt of the terrible weapon, I beat him over and over into the misty ground until I was certain he wouldn’t arise again.
    Heaving with exertion, I caught up my breath and tilted my head up slowly to look at Linore. She stood perfectly still with a look upon her face like a person deeply dreaming. I walked slowly up to her and placed my hand on her luminous arm. Her eyes then popped wide open, followed by a loud gasp of shock. Her skin, I noticed, turned more substantial at my touch. As her bright blue eyes bore into mine, the look upon her face slowly changed from that of pure surprise to one of recognition. ‘’Linore!`` I breathed as a joyous dawn slowly began to rise within my chest once more, even in such a desolate place as the blackness that encompassed us.
    Enraptured in my reunion with my beloved, I did not see that the dark angel had risen again. The crafty reaper of souls did not charge me. Instead, he walked up behind me, as silent as death, and place his hand upon my shoulder. When I felt his bony hand on me, it was as if all the breath had been sucked from my lungs and that every last part of my being had been frozen to ice. Barely able to move, I turned myself ever so slowly to look him in his empty face. In one swift movement, he pulled out from within his cloak a horrible, jagged, spiked dagger that was as black as I had ever seen and plunged the awful blade deep between my ribs.
    I lost all sight. My knees gave way, but I do not remember hitting the ground. The pain was immense. It seemed to envelop my entire world. All else was slowly fading away. All I can remember after this was a voice, a voice as thin and dry as an ancient corpse. It was like a slight wind sighing over a desert.
    So what you fight you shall become.






    Somehow, there was warmth; this surprised me to awakening. I examined my surroundings to discover that I was wrapped up in fresh sheets in my own bed, with a merry fire crackling on the hearth. In the old rocking chair of mine sat Linore,
    just as beautiful as she ever was. No, she somehow seemed even more beautiful. There was still a bit of an odd glow to her skin, as there was in the black dimension. She appeared purely angelic. When her gaze met mine, her blue eyes slowly grew rounder, and the smallest gasp escaped her pink lips. I strained myself to sit up in my bed, but my body felt heavy as stone and unresponsive. When she saw my attempt to move, she hurried forward with a fearful look on her face.
    ‘’Oh please don’t move.’’ she pleaded. ‘’I was able to get you out of... out of there, but you are badly hurt!’’ She leaned over my bed and gently moved my head back onto the pillow.
    ‘’I’m fine as long as I’m with you again.’’ I sighed. ‘’Besides, I do not even feel any pain!’’ And it was true. For all the anguish I had felt before, the place where I had been wounded was now utterly numb.
    She did not seem comforted at all to hear this news. Instead, I saw a glimmer of some unknown fear deep within her wide eyes. ‘’That knife...’’, she began uncertainly, ‘’I do not believe that that was any ordinary knife you were stabbed with.’’
    I followed her gaze to my bedside table and saw the sinister blade lying there. The black thing seem to gaze back at me with all for all the menace that dripped from it’s every serrated, jagged spike. Never had I dreamed of such a nightmarish weapon. The dagger seemed to be wielded from pure shadow.
    Wondering what sort of shape I might be in, I rolled myself over and carefully lifted the clean bandages that I had been wrapped in to examine the wound. Linore made no move to stop me. In fact, she seemed frozen from complete trepidation. The place where I had been stabbed seeped no blood at all. My hands began shaking violently as I saw that every area of my wound was as gray, lifeless flesh. What’s more, this affliction seemed to be spreading all across my body. It was then that I remembered the words that had been spoken to me behind the ivory clock’s face and knew the nature of the curse I had been besieged with.



    This was all many years ago now. Soon thereafter, the wicked curse spread all across my body and consumed my flesh. Unwilling to let those I love see me in such condition, I fled my home town long before it could happen. I am now all alone, not even a man anymore, but a walking skeleton. In shame at first, I hid myself beneath a dark cloak and never walked within sight of others. After many solitary nights, however, the true gift which I had been bequeathed with finally dawned on me. It is apparent now that I am absolutely immortal. What I had feared the most, what had sickened me to the core, will never touch me now.
    It is ironic, yes, I know, that my very opponent has turned me into what I so despised. Now it is I who walks the earth as a shadow of other’s fears. Now it is I who wields a great scythe as a tool to harvest lost souls from their bodies. Now it is I who leads wandering spirits back into the realm of the next world. It has finally all become clear to me. I am Death now. I am the finality of this life. Why do I do it? Because now I know how foolish I had been to cling to such ephemeral moments in time. Being faced with eternity, I can finally understand it, and now I allow others to move on as well.
    This is not the end of this story, though, for there are rumors of another immortal to walk the earth. Among local folklore, there are whisperings of maiden so fair that even death doesn’t dare trespass on her beauty. There are stories of sightings of a woman with hair that shines as radiant as burning sunlight and eyes the pure blue of a midsummer sky. They say her skin appears as pristine and luminescent as a spirit. For centuries now have I heard such tales. I know that one day this curse of mine will be no more. After living for so long, I know now that all such things will fade away eventually. Until then, I can wait. One day I will be reunited with my beloved. Finally, Linore and I will be together forever.


    FIN mrgreen