Rivaille~ If only sorrow could build a staircase, our tears could show the way. I would climb my way to heaven, and bring him back home again. Don't give up hope, my friend, this is not the end.. We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore. The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places. The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too. For when he died, he took a part of you.. THIS IS SUICIDE SEASON!