Saber
My previous life flashes occasionally before mine now telling a lot about regrets I am not proud. Even as it flashes I sense you want to tell me something but why do I hear nothing? My previous meeting with you ended in a firestorm that consumed all you love and all that I have ever hated. Even as I pray I wish somehow someday that you will wish for my wish to return But, even as that day beckons near not a single wish I have can make me leave without a single tear.