"I DON'T THINK ABOUT DYING AS OFTEN AS I USED TO. AND I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S A GOOD OR A BAD THING. I KINDA ACCEPTED LIVING AS THE NECESSARY PRICE FOR DYING SOMEDAY I GUESS. SOMEDAYS DARKNESS STILL PULLS ME INTO A TIGHT EMBRACE AND WHISPERS SWEET NOTHINGS INTO MY EAR, TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO JOIN THE SHADOWS ON MY BEDROOM CEILING AND THE DEMONS UNDER MY BED. THAT'S THE DAYS WHEN THE KNIFE BEGINS TO ADOPT A FRIENDLY GLIMMER, AND IT SEEMS TO WINK AS IF GREETING AN OLD FRIEND. AND I WONDER IF THAT'S TRUE. BUT OTHER DAYS, I'M BUSY THINKING ABOUT THE LIGHT I STILL HAVE IN ME DESPITE ALL AND HOW TO LIGHT UP THE WORLD AROUND. I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO STRUGGLE. IN THE DARK NIGHTS WHEN YOU'RE ALL ALONE. NO ONE SHOULD SUFFER. AND I'M TRYING TO MAKE THIS TRUE. I THINK IT'S ABOUT TIME. THE WORLD DESERVES AN ANGEL THAT SAVES IT, AN ANGEL THAT TAKES THE BAD AND FOUL AND BUILDS FROM IT GLORY AND LIGHT. I BELIEVE THIS PLACE AND EVERYONE IN IT DESERVE AN ANGEL TO SAVE THEM FROM THE DARK."
EPILOGUE: AND IT WORKS. THE LIGHT BEGINS TO SPREAD. IT'S HARD TO SEE, BUT IT'S IRREVERSIBLE, INEVITABLE, ONCE LIT UP, DARK CAN NEVER CLAIM IT. ~ excerpt from a story I'll never write