We were opposites, drawn together through fate, and love. Taken apart by horrible luck and stranded from each other. a different addiction, a different course of action. always opposite and always together. The reach of love extends past all physical boundaries, but she's walked away from me in more ways than one. Far too many times. And I've let myself stand alone when I need her the most. Cast a blind eye to the abuse, and abused her in turn. My punishment, my rhapsody. A symphony of truth, of everything I could be, and everything I couldn't. Always a glace back at her, and a look ahed at her. Who she really is, before she lost herself, before I lost her. and whatever she has become. Do I dare venture once more? Can I find her? is she there? How I wish she was, but she's been dead for years. This is Slip's rein, and the hollow emptiness carried by Flame is the replacement after treatment. After lockdown. She's gone, the last remaining soul within her is being crushed, starved, and lsot too. she's nothing but a memory. how I wish i could see her again. but Slip's time is receding rapidly.