That was how I wanted it always to be, the darkness that covered us like a hand over an open mouth, the darkness that carried us so far away we knew we’d wake up with the post codes of our parents homes still on our tongues, the two of us dissolving in the forever with our sadness packed away in the leather bags we’d sewn ourselves, cross stitching our initials on the fronts when we were only six in scouts and never guessing what weight they’d one day hold.