Firefly Glen [wp] i'm not ready to die

oh, for that life that could have been. twisted was the nerve in sobeille’s heart to see the smile, and then the mourning, in ajei’s expressive eyes.

dere be days like dat. sobeille surmised softly, a rare gentleness in her voice. it is not silly. talk to ‘er. she may not be ‘ere physically, but she is a part of you. so long as you draw breath, she lives. an’ no one can take dat from you.

shifting so that she could better see the constellation of stars above, sobeille imagined shikoba’s spirit nestled among the glittering cosmos. perhaps her soulsphere occupied a space next to her own ancestors: did rosalyn or caiaphas or any number of them peer down upon them?

an’ when you an’ i ‘ave children, a bit our ourselves will be distilled in dem too.