My fingers stretching out into the darkness surrounding us. Have we shared our secrets now? Did you wish, like I once did, that you and your daughter were the same age and friends? I see sometimes, in darkness. Not with my eyes. I see with my heart. You didn't know, did you, for all those years I had a secret too? Or maybe it wasn't that special. Not like yours I guess. You say you didn't take damage from it. It is ancient history. You weren't like that girl in my dreams and in my heart. You are your very self, someone I can never dream of. Though you are shut off like me. And you have your secret, like me.

The darkness around is filled with memories. Yours surround me like my own. I grasp out for them, trying to hold them, placing them in my heart. I see you as I remember you, had I been a child your age. Had I been your friend, would you have told me then? Or kept it hidden from me like you kept it hidden from everyone else?

I hope it did not cause you pain. Or suffering. I love you, like my sister, like my mother, like my daughter, like my friend. You know me, you know how the blood would boil in me and how I would swing my sword of anger should anyone harm the ones I love. Maybe you thought I didn't care, and maybe you thought I only raged for my own sake. It was not long ago that I woke up. You must have seen it. You did not know what I awoke from though. I awoke from nothing and into the darkness that is our secrets. A secret awoke me, hurling me into this dark world. Here I gather all the pieces I find, picking them up and placing them in my heart. Filling me up with pieces of shattered glass. Inside me they might become whole again. Do you think I have that power?

Next time I see you I will look you in the eyes and let you know that I will never let go of you. A piece of your secret is inside me now, and I will always remember you. This piece of shattered glass will give birth to something new and whole. It will make me whole.

I plant a kiss on your forehead and I whisper a prayer. To the one I know in my heart. The one who repairs all pieces and creates a window where we can look to the other side. Beyond the darkness. To something bright and without secrets.