Oh blossom, will you wilt?

Pain, aching...aching aching aching.From within me, it comes. Pain.

It hurts. It hurts oh so bad.

Restless. Hunger. Doubt. Ecstasy.

I am screaming. Am I?

I look to the faces around me, he is there waiting.

A slur of colors.

I’m back, to the plains, where the frothy clouds melt into the deep blue of the sky and the swaying grass tickles my feet. The man I’ve loved since birth is beside me, smiling as he watches the sky and dreams.

I love him. I love him. I love him.

I stare at him, any minuscule movement satisfies me. I don’t want a single second to pass and I’m not with him.

Just as he is about to turn and face me, a horrid howl drowns out the mellow world. More and more screams join in. He looks to them in the distance. He cannot see them, but only hears the squelching of flesh and exaggerated drop of the guillotine.

Oh, poor souls.

He smiles. Then hides it.

I shudder.

Pain, aching...aching aching aching.

From within me, it comes. Pain

It hurts. It hurts oh so bad.

Restless. Hunger. Doubt. Ecstasy.

I...I love him. That smile eases the horrid world.

Does it really?

AHHHHHHHHHH. I hear myself howl into the mellow world.

Will he smile now?

Pain, aching...aching aching aching.

From within me, it comes. Pain.

It hurts. It hurts oh so bad.

A gentle scream emerges, a cry and scream beautiful in all its sense...

A sound that ripples through time and gives a slight meaning to our existence; a baby’s first scream.

The plains become a slur, and colors morph into faces, here and there, they emerge. Their eyes poking out and staring in awe. Where is he?

He?

Who?

Who…?

Something wrapped is handed to me, a small face peers to me, eyes shut and mouth drooling.

Droplets of blood.

Tears well up deep inside me. As I stare at my world, my beautiful creation. I love him, I love him, I love him.

Sora emerges. His silver eyes locked onto me and the baby as he holds us both. Crying? No.

Howling.

A sound that hurts your soul so badly...you feel it within you...within every fiber of your being, you weep.

…Why?