It took us a long while to find you. I was the first to find you in that old tower, the one you made your own escape when life became too great a burden for you to face. I chose to keep you to myself. I knew that when I told them where you were, they'd take you away from me forever.
There was something that kept me pinned to the wall, staring at you until my eyes became wet on their own: something in the way the blood from your lips spilled on the unfinished pages of your notes, the way your splattered brains had glued the side of your face to the pages. Your peacefully half-closed eyes gazed back at the door as if you'd expected me to ru...