^^ You know the drill.  Please play the song above while reading for full 3D immersion. I'm sure it will work this time, just trust me...^^

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You can let go now...

Drifting, drifting, father and father away.

You can let go now...

Yes. I can let go. I have let go.

You can let go now...

Voices can't fill my head no more, just sounds. Harmonious, beautiful, incomprehensible.

You can let go now...

Farther, floating, gone.

You can let go now...

Closer.

You can let go now...

And closer.

"You can let go now..."

Words. Closer and closer. I can hear them. I can hear words.

They fill my head, my soul, my body.

But I don't have a body...

I can feel my arms. My legs. My body.

"You can let go now..."

My consciousness swims and I sit up, seeing nothing but darkness. My broken, empty head somewhere conjures up that it's because I don't have eyes. Because the hollow ripped them out.

"Enoch, what are you doing?!" A female squeals in shock.

"I can't let her go, Emma. I just have to do this. One last time. I have to say goodbye to her..." A Scottish accent beside me cracks. Enoch. The sound is worse than all the horrors I've ever experienced put together. His voice is hollow. His voice is empty. He is broken.

I have died. I have lost myself.

But he is alive. And yet he has still lost himself.

I always said to myself that I would protect them. Because their lives are worth twice as much as my small, pathetic one. My friends, who are really my family, the people I would risk my life for. I didn't allow myself to consider what would happen if someone hurt them. But what I never realized was that if I ever died, that I would hurt them. That my life wasn't small and pathetic to them. That my death hurts them. I have hurt them.

I need to fix that.

The idea I had before resurfaces. To follow the order Enoch gave me: "Be yourself as you were before."

I need to do this, regardless of how much this is gonna hurt me.

Because if I take the easy way out, if I chose death, it will hurt my family more.

I begin to shift.

Because I choose my family.

Because I choose Enoch.

Because I choose life.

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~Tamika