Five of my fingers clutched to the rocky ledge above...
I see my six year old self playing with father and mother in the white garden...with young Nymeria leaping playfully to my side.
Four fingers hanging on...
"Why do you have to go...?" I sadly cry to my parents who are standing in front of the large iron doors with bags by their side.
Three fingers desperately clinging for life...
I am lying in front of one grand rune stone with the words "Loving Mother and Devoted Father" gracefully carved into the grey.
Two fingers slowly slipping...
Two cloudy images...Alex...Phillip...
ONE...
