Echoes start as a cross in you...

As he tries with all his might to let go, it is painfully clear that his love is vengeance that's never free, and his dreams are too vast to ever come true. The boy who promised to reach the stars, shot for the moon and somewhere mid-flight started falling to the ground. His wings are too weak to plummet back to the sky, for he hasn't grown enough, he isn't wiser. Rock bottom feels seconds away, but even as he's about to hit the surface, the sparkle in his eyes remains. It's there, though smaller than it's ever been, it's shining through. And while he might not fly, he may at least float to safety. Then, in the warm embrace of the clouds, he shall rebuild, he will take the time to heal, and his wings may sprout once more and slowly morph into ones more angelic than the world has had the opportunity to see. The boy who survived against all odds now faces even slimmer chances and the dreams he dreams are here to stay - until the sun forever sinks in the ocean, until the sky turns pitch black, until the very end.