These days, it can be hard to see the light in the world. The way everything's been crushing down on him, the way he's been losing clients in a slow trickle, the way his head aches and he just... he loses spaces of time, loses the way names and faces are supposed to join together, loses spark and sense of purpose.

But there are good days. There are bright moments. And Eda, Eda's very presence never fails to remind him that things can be okay. Things are okay. He's grateful for her. Lucky that she's stayed around, though in melancholy hours he can't imagine why she would have. He's knows he's wronged her. Knows she's more than he deserves, especially after he'd been with Isolde and been back with Isolde and returned once again to Isolde. And now that he's begun running low on money (now that his name no longer sings as strong as it used to, now that he can no longer perform in the ways he used to), what is there to keep her?

Still. She's been remarkably steadfast. And whatever happens tomorrow, she's here right now. Here and asleep in his bed, while he paces quietly near the window, glancing at her, looking away. She's beautiful as ever, will always be beautiful through and through. He's suddenly glad he couldn't sleep last night; it's worth it just to see her here and now, glanced gently by the early morning sun and nestled in the warmth of (he hopes, he would almost pray it) peaceful sleep.

He loves her. He's wild about her. And she is, she truly is the best thing that has ever happened to him.