““Sky hummed a few bars, remembering the lilting, mournful notes. She hesitated, then haltingly began to sing: This song is from the crushed part of my heart. Sky`s voice, permantly scarred by the thornament she`d been forced to wear on warbler island as a child, was husky and pleasant, though it faltered with emotion now. She continued, half in a whisper as she trudged to the beat. The part that thrums reminders that you`re gone. I don't regret a moment of our days. But i won`t fall. I`ll be okay, you know. I`ve always been that way. As much as I wish you back with me, I`m still the same. My dreams remain. I don`t need a soul to know my name. And I`ll get on just fine- I always do. Alone and away. Alone and away.””
