Life sucks, and then you die.
Yeah, I should be so lucky.

I waited a century to marry you miss swan

Why am I covered in feathers

My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through that. If I were gone, he wouldn't live through it, either.

non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.

Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.