Give me hope in silence
It's easier; It's kinder
Tell me not of heartbreak
It plagues my soul, plagues my soul
Water drips from David's hair as he finally comes into the courtyard of Cedar Fields. His near-ruined clothes stick to his beanpole frame and his movements and motions are stilted as though the Mortician moves solely on autopilot. It's all he can do from simply sitting down and waiting for sunrise. David barely acknowledges Emma on the journey, making a long walk even longer. For the Shadow, the walk is like the walk down Death Row. The storm of sorrow that eats away at David's soul is unbearable; he knows what it is to die.
David looks the way he feels.
Flashes of memory lance through David's thoughts all the while: Aïleen's whispers, her smile, her voice. David holds to them jealously, unwilling to simply let her go.
Water oozes out of David's shoes, making low sucking noises with each step. Heavy, exhausted, and hungry, he isn't sure how he made it to the front door let alone ring the bell. Just after, his legs give out beneath him and though David braces himself against the door, he still comes to a crumpled heap.
“Please come back to me,” David whispers to a world that won't grant his wish, his hand flat against the front door and his head leaning against his hand.
I have no hope
In solitude
Mumford and Sons - The Enemy
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