An Angel, A Demon, A Candle

I tried to continue, but my words slurred, and his chest wasn’t moving. I climbed down from the tree to check if he was alive, which to this day I regret doing, for he was, as far as I could tell, dead. “Good night Alexander Ryean Weis, I will see you on the other side.” And so I climbed to the top of the tree to watch the sunset over the bay, and cried.