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"It was that day in the cemetery....you remember...the picnic in the graveyard...when the leaves fell...when you told me about the secrets, the secrets of Forever Lightless...the secrets of forever. When you told me how you were set aside and chosen...the science and passion of the research... the science and passion of the blood...the secrets of the blood... that's why I picked the poem, even though I'd never read it or heard it. I knew the thoughts; I felt the words that had to be." Kael pulled herself closer to the warmth of Lucian, remembering that fall day as another high day, there amidst the granite, grass and pine trees of the little mountain cemetery just outside of town. "Remember how we danced around and over the stones and grass, celebrating the stories beneath? Remember my look when you promised me that eternal forever? You promised me I'd never need a stone to hold the story of my life. Remember? Remember later that day at the library, after we got too cold to eat...when we snuck our lunch in and ate in the corner by the window...right between Hemmingway and Keats? You'd called me your nightingale and then you left me...right after finishing your sandwich, you just left me. Remember?"