Stavanger Bay Rose

"but you can't! you can't!" and then his voice broke again. "reverie, what am i going to do? w-what do we t-tell blossom?" when? when when when WHEN
he was splitting; he fought for breath for control for anything, for everything;
anger desperation sorrow rage, rage, rage, desperation, fear.
fear to be left behind, to be left alone with no remnants of reverie except what existed in blossom.
he shook his head, a sob breaking between clenched teeth. "no."