I've been thinking a lot lately ... really since Rosette died. I recall the words to a poem I once read, and find them very telling at this point in my life.
... Just when I was low, feeling short of stable.
We'll forget the past, maybe I'm not able?
... I've found all that shimmers in this world, is sure to fade away.
In the end the poem's about a girl who's given up on love... which is not entirely the position that I find myself in, rather I find myself unwilling to deal with the lies anymore.
My gift is my curse... my magic coupled with Rosette's possessions that remain in my room allow me to freely relive the past we shared at will. Unable to change anything all I'm left with is the ability to relive memories like they've just happened.
In the end, I'm left with a road left to walk ... but no direction ... all the while wondering if the people around me can really tell a killer from a savior?