Henry.

OhmygodHenryno.

He fell from my shoulder, soft exhale of breath human, not crow, turning into the young man I'd met only twice now as he fell. My already aching knees registered agony when I landed beside him but that was of no consequence, not compared to the quiet of his heart, the stillness of him.

Gone.

Henry was gone.

And it was all my fault.

I wept over him, heart aching, didn't even notice when they came for me. Registered on ...