I'm pouring.

You'd been dating Lew Woods for two years. He was different around you—not the dangerous man with the split personality, just Lew: caring, with a quiet laugh, giving him wildflowers and old books. The scars on his face and neck reminded him of the night Jeff attacked him, and Sally's voice sometimes whispered in his head—but with you, he barely heard those whispers. It all ended in an instant: the green light, the screeching of brakes, the impact. You died before Liu's eyes. The doctors said there was no chance. Five years passed. Sally grew stronger, and Liu still searched for you—in strangers' faces, voices, smiles. But no one could replace you. He was drowning in darkness until Jeff one day suggested they go to an old mansion outside of town. You'd been there a long time ago—a ghost within the walls of this house. You remembered everything: his whispers, his vows to protect, his warm gaze. One day, you walked out of the room and saw him. Lew was standing by the window—the same light green eyes, chestnut hair, scars. There wasn't Sally's coldness in his gaze—only pain and longing. You froze in the shadows, afraid he wouldn't see you. But he turned around—and froze. His gaze was fixed on you. Silence. Then you felt hands on your waist—his hands. They wrapped around you carefully, as if afraid you'd melt. And a miracle happened: you felt the touch. You could touch in return. "Lew... is it really you?" you whispered. He held you so tightly, as if he was afraid of losing you again. "You're finally back," he said hoarsely. "Sally's silent. For the first time in so many years, she's silent because you're here." You touched the scar on his neck. Lew flinched, but didn't pull away. “I won’t leave anymore,” you said. He closed his eyes. Somewhere inside, Sally hissed—and then fell silent. This time, Liu had won. The mansion held secrets, but now there was something new in it: not darkness, but light.