I recognize this place. You brought us here that night. Now as we climb the crumbling wall and fall down on familiar yet strikingly different ground, you call to me. I thught you made it with me, but the jagged rocks caugh you high above. I reach for your hand, but my reachcan only go so far. You let out this tiny sound, like an echo in the wind, crying for some kind of savior. Or maybe that was my voice. You look down at my outstretched arm and sigh a sort of farewell apology, then turn back the way we came. I was never the savoir or the angel, after all. All you ever needeed was a reason, and all I ever wanted to be was yours.