Talk:Book 8: Legacy/@comment-98.143.232.53-20190422030114

Today I was imagining Keefe sacraficing himself for sophie and singing rain will make the flowers grow as he dies in her arms... *pauses to sob uncontrollably. Like

Don't you fret, my brown-eyed moonlark, I don't feel any pain.

A little fall, of rain, can hardly hurt me now.

You're here, thats all I need to know.

And you will keep me safe.

And you will keep me close.

And rain will make the flowers... Grow.


 * sobs for another hour.

-Amber