Sometimes I recall walking in the shadows of your past, Sometimes I recall stabbing into your wing scars. I was the vulnerable one, I don't wanna die too young. Can't turn around now, you've cornered me in this town.(♪♪♪) — “Hush Hush" by Claudia Tripp. ♪
“I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night,” Patch told me gravely. “I want to take care of you, cherish you, and love you in a way no other man ever could. I want to spoil you — every kiss, every touch, every thought, they all belong to you. I’ll make you happy. Every day, I’ll make you happy.” - Patch cipriano, Finale.
I couldn’t have been out for long. When the stark black of unconsciousness faded, I was still breathing hard from the exertion of running. I knew I had to get up, but I couldn’t remember why. So I lay there, the icy dew mingling with the warm sweat of my skin. At long last I blinked, and it was then that the nearest headstone sharpened into focus. The engraved letters of the epitaph snapped into single-file lines.
A DEVOTED HUSBAND AND FATHER
DIED MARCH 16, 2008
I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. Now I understood the familiar shadow that had lurked over my shoulder since waking up minutes ago. I was in Coldwater’s city cemetery. At my dad’s gravesite.
A nightmare, I thought. I haven’t really woken yet. This is all just a horrible dream.