She shook her head. "No, Clover is selling with Dutchy."

"Great." I said, wondering if there was any possible way to get her away from me. "Say uh... doesn't anyone else need a sellin' partner?"

"I wanna sell with you." She said firmly, and I could see that determined look in her eyes she sometimes had when she spoke to me. She always seemed to be trying to prove to everyone that I wasn't as bad as I seemed to be. The thing that always struck me as interesting was that she seemed to want to prove it to me more than anyone else.

"Do what ya want." I said emotionlessly. Anger didn't seem to discourage her, I doubt indifference would but it was worth a shot. She seemed to be somewhat disappointed but shrugged it off and started selling just like any other day. I rolled my eyes and called out a headline. A young woman walked up with a little two year old boy who handed me a penny. I felt a pang of regret as my mind wandered back to my own son back at the orphanage. I handed him a pape and forced a weak smile.

A few hours later I was out of papes and Sky smiled at me. "Ya wanna go ta Tibby's now?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. "No, you go ahead. I got somethin' ta do.. alone." I added firmly.

Her eyes filled with disappointment but she turned towards Tibby's as I followed an all too familiar route back to my past. I sighed as I finally came to a stop in front of the orphanage I had ran from so many times. A voice in my head scolded me for even thinking of coming back, but another part of me was curious. I quickly dusted off my clothes and clasped my hands together to keep them from trembling as I approached the door. As if on cue it opened before I could knock.

Mr. O'Reilly stood on the other side, eyeing me coldly. "Miss Morgan. May I help you?"

I looked him in the eye, gathering every ounce of courage I had. "I want to see my son." He snorted but nodded a little. "Somehow I'm not surprised. Do you think you can take him now that my wife has died?"

"Died?" I asked, not hiding my confusion. "I didn't know."

"Yes, she died six months ago." He said simply, without an ounce of sorrow.

I looked down at the floor and closed my eyes. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see him."

"Daddy?" I heard a young boy's voice say. "Who's that?"

My heart stopped as I saw a little angel with black hair and smoky green eyes walk into the room. Tears threatened to spill over my lids for a few seconds as I realized he would be four in a few months.

"This is Alexandra." Mr. O'Reilly said as I smiled at the little boy I had never known.

The boy sent me a big smile and sat in a nearby chair as O'Reilly sighed a little. "You do want to take care of him, don't you?"

I hesitated but nodded as a blush crept across my cheeks. He sighed a little and shook his head. "You know you can't, don't you? You're probably having enough trouble providing for yourself."

The floor suddenly caught my interest as I realized that he was right. "I'll find a way."

He eyed me for a few seconds in silence. "However, I do have an idea. I have my own... boarding house." He said, in a tone that suggested it was certainly not a boarding house. "If you worked for me you could make some extra money, and someday you would be able to take care of him. It's your call."

I looked at the little boy staring up at me, at his wide, adoring eyes, and kneeled in front of him. "What's your name?" I asked softly, wanting to here him say something, anything.

He smiled at me and his eyes sparkled a little. "Kit, an' I'm three." He replied in his childish voice and held up three fingers. My heart burst with pride and I knew in a second that I would die for this boy. I looked up at Mr. O'Reilly slowly. "Okay, I'll do it."

Two hours later I walked into Tibby's. Blink smiled at me. "Hey, Flicker. Where've ya been?" He asked casually, trying to hide his worry.

"Nowhere." I snapped, sitting at a nearby table and wondering how on earth I would be able to hide anything from the newsies. He winced a little but walked over and sat across from me. "Ya sure you're okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I just uh... I'm goin' ta Brooklyn tonight to see one of da newsies ova' dere."

He looked at the table. "Oh, okay. Well, I guess I'll see ya around."

I smiled and walked out the door, knowing exactly what I would tell everyone if they got suspicious. And so for the next few months I snuck out at night to go work for Mr. O'Reilly, seeing Kit every now and then, and telling all of the others that I was going to Brooklyn if they said anything to me. Then one day I came back after an especially hard night. I was sore from one of the guys that had been a little rough and to top it all off, I was starting to feel nauseated. "Flicker, are you okay?" I heard Sky ask as I splashed water on my face.

"I'm fine." I snapped, standing up strait.

She frowned. "You sure? You just threw up."

"I told you I was fine. Just leave me alone." I yelled, and stalked out of the bunkroom as the other lodgers made their way into the bathroom. A few of them turned to stare at me but I ignored them and went out to sell my papes. I didn't even bother going to Tibby's that day, instead I went to the orphanage to see Kit. Mr. O'Reilly greeted me at the door and smiled a little. "Hello Alex. Here to see Kit?"

I nodded and tried to hide a shiver. "Yeah, I kind of missed him."

He put a hand on my waist. "He's busy right now. How about you come upstairs with me for a while?"

I closed my eyes and nodded, following him up to the medium sized room at the top of the stairs. He closed the door behind us and I started unbuttoning my clothes. He pulled me on top of him as he laid on the bed, but we were interrupted by a small, tear-soaked face peering in the door. "Daddy?"

O'Reilly groaned a little but held me in place. "Go away Kit!"

I sent a worried glance in the boy's direction. "Something is wrong, he's crying."

"I can see he's crying, but I'm busy." He said harshly.

I pulled away from him and pulled my shirt back on, walking over to Kit. "Hey, what's wrong?"

O'Reilly grabbed my arm and pulled me away roughly. "Leave him alone and get back over there."

"Don't hurt her." Kit said, latching onto my arm.

"I told you to go away, Kit." He said roughly, trying to pull the boy away from me.

I kneeled down beside Kit and wrapped my arms around him. "You have plenty of time to get me in bed with you, so what's the problem?"

He drew his hand back and slapped me, causing Kit to burst into tears. O'Reilly grabbed the boy and shook him.

"Stop it!" I said, glaring at him.

When Kit continued crying, he threw him back, causing the boy to hit the corner of a table. I rushed to Kit's side and held his head in my lap, tears streaming down my face. There was blood gushing from a cut on the back of his head and he was lying still. "You've got to get a doctor, he's hurt."

"Serves him right for interrupting." O'Reilly said, trying to pull me back towards him.

I struggled against him. "Don't touch me! Don't you understand that he needs a doctor?!"

He tore my shirt back off and shoved me against the wall. "Let the brat wait." He said, starting to fumble with the buttons on his own clothes.

~*~*~*~*~

In the moonlight I see an angel,
she fell and broke her wings,
now afraid to fly again
because of pain that stings.

I walked onto the bridge to watch the sunset but my eyes widened a little when I saw a girl leaning a little too far over the edge, her red hair being blown in the wind. I started running for her and just as she was about to fall, grabbed her and pulled her away. She fought me for a second or so before she fell into my arms, sobbing. "Flicker?" I asked, wondering if I was seeing things. "Hey, what's wrong?"

A steady stream of tears was rolling down her face and her fists beat feebly against me as I wrapped my arms around her. "It's not fair!" She choked out as her body racked with sobs. "It's just not fair."

I rocked her back and forth, trying to calm her down. "I know Flicker, I know."

She shook her head but was crying too hard to talk. I picked her up and carried her back to my room in the warehouse the Brooklyn newsies stayed in where I sat her on my bed. She had almost stopped crying but a fresh torrent of tears burst forth when I attempted to wipe the old ones away. I smiled weakly. "Hey, if ya keep cryin' yer gonna flood all a Brooklyn!" She didn't seem to react at all to what I had said. I brushed some hair out of her face. "Flic, ya wanna talk 'bout it?" She shook her head and leaned against my chest. I sighed a little and nodded, holding her close. "Okay, ya don't have ta talk if ya don't want ta."

I ran my fingers over her hair lightly as she continued to cry quietly, until she finally fell asleep. I sat beside the bed, watching her carefully until she woke up again a few hours later. "Ya gonna be okay?" I asked gently.

She shook her head and a few tears started to run down her cheeks. "He's dead."

"Who?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

She sniffed a little and leaned against me. "Kit, my son." She paused for a second or so. "I saw him a few times. He was so fragile an' innocent, an' when he looked at me I didn't see any of da anger, or disgust, or even pity in everyone else's eyes, just dis look of wonder. All my life I've tried not to love anyone... but I couldn't close my heart to him. He was the only thing good that ever came of my life an' now he's dead." She said quietly.

"Flicker, is there anything ya want me ta do?" I asked clumsily, not quite sure how to handle this.

She shook her head. "No, just hold me."

I see innocence stolen carelessly,
a child forced to grow up too fast,
she was once so loving and cheerful,
but it was just too good to last.

I nodded and wrapped my other arm around her. When she fell asleep again I made a pallet on the floor to sleep on, and the next day I skipped selling to stay with her until she finally let me take her back to Manhattan. Blink was pacing the bunkroom nervously when we walked in and he turned to me with a questioning look on his face. I motioned for him to follow me out as Flicker curled up on her bunk. "What's goin' on, Spot? Where's she been?" He asked as I closed the door.

I motioned for him to be quieter. "She's been in Brooklyn."

"Why so long?" He said, eyeing me suspiciously.

I sighed a little. "Her son died an' she was takin' it pretty hard... I couldn't convince her to come back here until today."

He froze and stared at me, wide-eyed. "Son?"

"You didn't know?" I asked in surprise. "I thought she woulda said somethin' bout 'im to ya. Da guy at da orphanage has had 'im." He reached for the handle on the door but I stopped him. "I think she wants ta be alone."

He sighed. "Geez... I was worried 'bout 'er. I mean, we're used ta 'er disappearin' but she was gone so long..."

I held up a hand. "Woah, whatta ya mean yer used ta 'er disappearin'?"

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Well, for da past month 'er so she's been sneakin' out a lot, ya know? She said she was in Brooklyn with one a yer guys or somethin'."

I nodded a little. "Yeah." I lied, knowing she hadn't been to Brooklyn and that she hated all of my guys. "Look, why don't ya go tell da others she's back?"

He started to protest but then nodded a little. "Okay." He said quietly and walked down the stairs. I went back into the bunkroom and sat in the bunk next to Flicker's. I sighed a little as I noticed her eyes were closed. "Flic, I know ya ain't asleep." I said with a sigh and waited until she opened her eyes before I went on. "I was talkin' ta Blink... why were ya sneakin' out?"

She flinched a little. "I couldn't sleep."

I shook my head. "Dat ain't why... Flic, tell me you weren't doin' what I think."

She closed her eyes and a few tears seeped onto her pillow. "O'Reilly told me dat if I worked for 'im dat I could save up enough money to be able to take care of Kit some day... I wanted Kit, that's all, I just wanted my son."

I shivered a little. "I'm sorry." I said, standing up to leave the room.

"Spot?" She asked softly as I put my hand on the door handle.

"Yeah." I said without turning around.

She sniffed a little. "Will ya go with me to da graveyard tomorrow? I don't wanna go alone."

I nodded a little. "Yeah Flic, I'll go with ya."

~*~*~*~

The dreams she held for so long,
the love she kept inside,
somehow they died over time,
but the pain refused to subside.

I met Flicker the next day at her selling spot and walked with her to church nearby the orphanage. After we found Kit's grave I walked over to the church wall and leaned against it, giving her some time alone. "Died just a couple days ago, that one." A deep voice said.

I looked over and saw a priest standing next to me, looking out at Flicker. I nodded slightly. "I know... he was my friend's son."

"She's grieves for her loss." He said softly.

I glared at him. "Of course she does. She never even had the chance to know him before he died."

He smiled in that preacher sort of way. "She'll meet him again someday. There was a reason for the boy's death, the Lord works in his own way."

"Don't tell me about your God." I growled angrily. "That girl has been through hell and he has done nothing to help her. When she finally found something to live for he took it away from her. Some God." I said in disgust and stalked back over to Flicker.

She sighed a little and stood up. "Let's get outta here."

I took her hand and walked her to Central Park where we strolled around silently, admiring the red and gold leaves clinging desperately to the branches of the trees, waiting for winter to come. She sighed and sat on a bench after half an hour and closed her eyes. "Thank you." She whispered.

I sat beside her and squeezed her hand a little. "I'm here when you need me."

She looked up at me and for a fleeting moment her sparkling green eyes searched mine. "Promise?"

I nodded weakly. "Yeah, Flic. I promise."

Her lips turned up into a content little smile and she leaned against me. "Thank you."

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her fiery red hair, hoping that maybe she would survive after all. We sat on the bench under the shade of the trees a while longer before walking to the lodging house. I stopped at the steps and smiled at her, noticing how her hair seemed to match the colors of autumn. "Good bye, Flic."

She smiled half-heartedly. "Bye, Spot."

I wish somehow I could help her,
help her fight the pain,
show her the love I feel inside,
a love that no actor could feign.

I watched her walk into the building and resisted the urge to follow her, reminding myself I had to get back to Brooklyn. I sighed and headed back to the warehouse by the East River, looking back once as I reached the bridge. I shook my head, scolding myself lightly for thinking of Flicker again. I knew very well that the hot-tempered red head had stolen my heart, but it was still a mystery to me how I had grown so fond of someone I had hated just days before. I tried to work it out in my head as I listened to my footsteps echo hollowly through my room. "You're stuck." I muttered to myself as I flopped onto my old mattress. I closed my eyes and tried to block out my thoughts and fall asleep but tossed and turned for hours before finally drifting off.

The first thing I saw once I was asleep was Flicker, standing on the bridge and staring at the sunset. I wondered for a second what she was doing here, and then I saw a tear fall from her eye. "Flicker?" I said uncertainly, trying to approach her. A fog started to form and I squinted, keeping my eyes on her still form. I walked faster, but she just seemed to slip away into the mist. "Flic!" I yelled desperately. I heard a strangled sob but couldn't see her anymore... and then the fog cleared, and she was gone. I spun around, looking for any sign of her, but not finding one. I listened closely and thought I heard the voice of a little girl and boy playing swords and talking about Jamaica, or maybe it was just the breeze. I shivered as the hair on my arms stood on end, and then I heard a shrill scream and a splash before I finally woke up in a cold sweat. I wrapped my arms around my chest and tried to steady my racing pulse. "It's just a dream." I whispered, and laid back down, listening to the silence that seemed to swallow me.

~*~*~*~*~

Flicker

I sighed a little as I walked back into the lodging house, crossing my arms over my chest. I looked back at the door once more at I thought of Spot. Who would have thought the same guy that hated me a few days ago could be so sweet now. I shivered a little and shook my head, trying to get his face out of my mind. "Flicker?" Clover asked as she walked down the stairs and saw me standing there. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." I said softly, then ran up the stairs as a wave of nausea washed over me. Clover walked into the bathroom and kneeled beside me, handing me a towel. "You should lie down."

I nodded and let her pull the covers over me as I laid down on my bunk. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." She said, still sitting by the bed. "How long have you been like this?"

I grimaced. "A week or two now. Did Sky say something to you?"

She shook her head. "No, I noticed on my own. She was worried though, I don't think she's figured it out yet."

"I don't know what to tell the others." I said softly, looking at the top of the bunk.

She smiled gently and patted my hand. "They'll understand, and you can always count on Blink to be there."

I looked away. "I know. Blink and Sky have always had blind faith in me... and now Spot."

She seemed almost shocked for a moment but smiled. "I'm glad you two are getting along. Spot will understand more than anyone."

"Yes, he does." I said, the beginnings of a smile starting to form on my face as I realized why I trusted Spot. "Thank you for talking to me." I said, laying back against the pillow again and starting to see the pieces fall into place once again.

~*~*~*~*~

Spot

The next morning I was lounging around the docks, shooting empty bottles with my slingshot. I jumped as I heard someone call my name and turned around to see Flicker standing at the end of the dock. I jumped down and walked over to her. "Hey Flic, how ya doin'?"

She shrugged a little. "I'm okay. Mind if I stay with you for a while?"

I shook my head. "Nah, it's fine."

We walked back out to the pier and I sat on it again while she pulled up a crate. "How'd you learn to shoot that thing?"

"I pull back the string and let it go, what's to learn?" I said, teasing her a little.

She frowned. "Don't be stupid, how'd ya get such good aim?"

I shrugged a little. "I dunno, I just practiced." I started to go set up some more bottles but she stopped me.

"I can do it." She said eagerly.

I frowned as goosebumps ran up and down my arm. "Uh... Flic?"

"Yeah?" She asked, gathering up a few bottles in her arms.

I told myself it was just a cool breeze and shook my head a little. "Nothin'. Thanks."

She smiled a little and climbed onto a stack of crates, leaning over to balance the bottles on a piece of wood. I eyed the crates nervously as I saw them shake a little. "Be careful, those things don't look too steady."

She rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine, Spot. Don't be so paranoid."

I nodded a little, telling myself she was right, and lit a cigarette. I stared off at the river and jumped as I heard a crack. I turned my head in time to see Flicker fall and hit her head against the dock and fall into the water. I cursed and jumped over the edge of the dock, holding her firmly in my arms as I screamed to the other guys for help. One of the bigger guys was the first to come to my aid and he helped me pull her out of the water. I laid her on the dock and winced as I noticed a long cut on her forehead. "Ya want me ta get a doctor?" He asked doubtfully.

I shook my head and picked up her limp form in my arms. "No, I'll take 'er to da hospital." I said firmly and started walking towards the nearest medical facility, glancing at Flicker's pale face every now and then along the way.

The doctor took her from me when I entered the hospital and I paced the waiting room nervously for what seemed like hours before he finally came out. He sighed a little and rubbed his temples. "Mr. Conlon, is it?"

I nodded. "Yeah, how is she?"

I didn't think he could look any more grave until I asked the question. He sighed a little. "Your friend suffered a rather serious head injury, but she should be just fine."

I sighed in relief. "Aw geez, I thought ya had bad news."

He frowned. "Well, I do actually. She should recover, but I'm afraid we couldn't save the baby."

My head snapped up and I gaped at him. "Excuse me? Baby?"

"Of course. I assumed she had told you..." He drifted off, a confused expression on his face.

I swallowed my shock and shook my head. "No... Does she know?" I asked quietly.

He looked at the floor. "I was afraid to tell her so soon. In any case, I thought it would be better if she heard if from someone she knew."

I closed my eyes and nodded a little. "Yeah.. can I see 'er?"

"She's resting right now, but you can if you want to." He said gently and lead me to her room.

I stood quietly by her bed, staring down at her and watching the rise and fall of her chest. I toyed with a strand of her red hair and then clenched my teeth in anger and ran out of the hospital. After running for a while I stormed into the church beside the cemetery Kit was buried in and walked up to the priest standing near the first row of pews. He turned to look at me. "Here with your friend again?"

I shook my head. "No, she's not here, it's just me. I want you to give your God a message for me."

He sighed and looked up at a statue. "He's not my God, he's everyone's God... and I'm certainly not his secretary. Why don't you tell him yourself?" He paused and then held up a hand as I glared at him. "No, let me guess. You're giving him the silent treatment? Or is it because if you tell him yourself that would mean you believe in him?"

I scowled but didn't say anything. He nodded a little and sat in a pew. "Displacing your anger." He reached into his uniform and pulled out a small flask. "Drink?"

I blinked in surprise and looked around quickly. "But that's..."

"Whiskey." He said when I paused and then took a swift gulp.

I took a step back. "Geez! What kinda preacher are ya?!"

He shrugged casually. "A bad one."

I rolled my eyes and nodded a little. "I noticed." I said and flopped down on the hard wood pew next to him, grabbing the flask.

He raised an eyebrow as I lifted the container to my lips. "So, why are you so mad at 'my God'?" He asked in a mocking tone.

I glared at him a little. "Ya know my friend? Well, she hasn't tried anymore suicide attempts, no thanks ta you-know-who, but when we were out by da docks she slipped an hit 'er head... she's lucky ta be alive."

"But she is alive?" He asked after a slight hesitation.

I shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, she's alive." I paused as a thought occurred to me. "An' don't think you can make me praise yer God cause of dat, I still ain't buyin' it. She ain't survivin' by any means."

"Learn to let go." He said with a slight sigh and stood up to walk away.

I frowned and scratched my head a little. "What kinda advice is dat?" I questioned, but he just kept walking towards a door at the side of the church. "Hey you! I'm talkin' ta you!" I called, hoping to get his attention, but getting no results. I sighed a little as I heard the door click shut and shook my head. "He don't know what he's talkin' about."

I sighed and started back to the hospital, stopping along the way to buy Flicker a rose. I stopped outside the room as I heard Blink talking to her. 'She'll be okay.' I thought, knowing she was in good hands for now. I left the rose by the door and walked back to Brooklyn.

~*~*~*~*~

Flicker

I sighed as Blink led me through the streets of New York after we finished selling our papes. "Where are we going, Blink?" I asked wearily.

He smiled hopefully. "Don't worry, I just have a surprise."

"I hate surprises." I muttered, shuffling along behind Blink.

Finally he stopped and spread his arms out. "See?"

I looked around, seeing nothing but the usual sites in New York. "What?"

"Don't you know where we are?" He asked, a wide smile on his face. "I bet you never knew there was a place called Jamaica in New York, but this is it!"

My facial features fell and I sighed. "Jamaica."

"Flicker?" He asked, uncertain all of a sudden. "Is something wrong?"

I scowled and looked away, fighting tears. "There's no such thing, you idiot. There's no escape from this life."

He took a step towards me. "I just thought-"

"Go away. Just leave me alone." I said softly. He nodded and wandered off with a hurt expression on his face.

~*~*~*~*~

Spot

Two days after Flicker had left the hospital, I walked to Manhattan slowly. I walked up the stairs and found her laying in her bed. "Hey Flic. The rest of the guys still sellin' papes?" I asked, noticing no one else was here.

She stared towards the wall on the opposite side of the room so I walked a little closer. "I guess ya heard 'bout da baby." She said acidly.

I stopped and shoved my hands in my pockets. "Yeah... I'm real sorry Flicker."

She laughed bitterly and sniffed a little. "What makes you think I care? I don't. Why should I?"

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her as a few tears started running down her cheeks. I held her tighter as more tears found there way onto my shirt and I buried my face in her hair. "Don't cry, please don't cry. I can't stand it."

"I'm not crying." She said stubbornly. "I won't cry, not anymore. I don't care if they die, I don't. I hope you die too!" She said, sobbing now.

I winced and tried to ignore the pain the statement had caused. "If it would make you feel any better, I would." I said solemnly.

She clung to me a little more tightly for a second before finally pushing me away. "Please go away."

I nodded stiffly and stood up to leave the room. "Okay. I'll be back tomorrow though." I paused for a second and then said as I walked out the door. "And the day after that, and the day after that, and every day after until I'm sure you'll be okay."

I heard her sigh a little as she muttered quietly. "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow."

But the angel fears the air now,
like a fish that fears the sea,
if only she had to courage,
to heaven she'd hold the key

"Flicker?" I asked as I approached her selling spot. She had been selling alone at least a week now, since Blink has kindly explained to Sky that Flicker needed to be alone.

She looked up with a stoic expression on her face. "Hello Spot. Back again?"

I nodded and produced a daisy I had picked on the way. "Yeah, ya doin' okay?"

"I'm not sick if that's what you mean." She said shortly.

"Sort of." I said, noticing all of the bruises she usually had were gone, but that she was starting to look a little on the thin side. "You wanna come to Tibby's with me ta get somethin' ta eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

I sighed. "You have to eat sometime. Please?"

She hesitated but nodded. "Okay. But I choose where."

Maybe she has in inside her,
maybe some day she'll soar,
but first she must face her past,
the one thing she can't ignore

I agreed and she led the way to a bar not far from where she was selling. I frowned in disapproval. "Flicker, this ain't good for ya."

"You said I could choose." She said, and sat down in a chair.

I sighed and made sure she ate something before she started drinking, but afterwards there wasn't really much I could do to stop her, even if I had been sober enough to try, which I wasn't considering I had been drinking as well. She walked back to Brooklyn with me and we stopped at the docks and sat down. "Hey, Spot?" She said, leaning against me.

I looked down at her. "Yeah?"

"Thanks for bein' dere for me." She said softly, then kissed me tenderly. I kissed her back and continued to kiss her for some time. It wasn't until she started unbuttoning my shirt that I pulled away. "Woah, Flic." I said, having some trouble thinking after having a little too much to drink. "Dis ain't right."

Tears started forming in her eyes so I left a soft kiss on her cheek. "Look, I'll have one a me guys take ya back ta Manhattan. Blink'll worry." I said, then called one of my guys over, and he proceeded to lead her back to the Duane Street Lodging House. I sighed as I watched her walk away. 'Blink's a good guy, he'll always take care of you.' I thought, knowing I couldn't trust myself with her. I nodded once and turned to walk to my room in the warehouse to sleep off the liquor that was starting to pound through my brain.

And I'll love her until the end of time,
somehow my angel will fly,
I'll find a way to mend the pain,
even if it means good-bye.

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-MacBeth, Act V, Scene V


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