The world is fading. It is growing even darker. I did not think it possible. I am floating. Finally free of the hands that claw at my clothes, at my skin. Those rough hands that scratch me. The ground is warm, wet but warm. It closes around me, closer and closer. It is embracing me and keeping me safe.  I can feel it covering me. I am almost gone from this world. I am almost free from pain…but for him. I wish I could live one moment longer, just to let him know, how much he meant. To see his eyes on me. To feel those eyes linger on me. 

But wait…a hand…not his…but still of him. This hand that reaches into the earth and pulls me out into the fresh night air. I can smell honey…I can sense him so close…it is this man, so similar to him, but not him. He has saved me from the darkness and pulled me from the warmth of the earth. I am to have another chance at life after all…