I can see it.

Our skies are coming together and the weight of these walls are getting lighter and lighter. A part of me is so thankful to whatever changed your mind, but the other part is scared to think of whatever they did to change you so quick. I worry about you. More than I worry about anyone else and everywhere I go, youre there. In the form of memories.

One little thing, and my thoughts immediately come back to you.

I can see our city recede back into its healthy walls and sturdy structures, slowly uncovering me from beneath the mess and I can watch as the pieces of our sky realign themselves above me.

And all I can do is smile, because no one knows how happy that makes me.

Soon all of this rubble will be back in its place, and all that will be left, is us.