Lover Eternal

until she didn't look like herself, until she wasn't herself.
And she remembered what it felt like to cease being a person. After the doctors started treating her with chemo, she'd quickly sunk into the fragile underclass of the sick, the dying, becoming nothing more than a pitiful, scary reminder of other people's mortality, a poster child for the terminal nature of life

Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above. And gifts did come from the sky, like spring rain and summer breezes and fall sun and winter snow.

And pain… pain makes people change.

blue, so bright, the color endless, like the sea. An ocean to swim in. To drown in. To die in.

She already knew the impotent rage that came when saving grace didn't heel on command.