???: ...Mela told me a little about you. You're a songwriter, yes? Think of it as a song...
"quietly.....Oh my gosh did you call me baby?maybe.we can adopt a baby or is that crazy?...,
Some of the color starts to come back to Mela's cheeks. Darien can see her starting to breath a little. Whatever she's doing right now, it's clear that it's working.
-Darien gasps and points at Mela frantically-
"...Uh'uh...I wanna make sure you love me the way I love you...every night talking to the moon..."
The blackness around her finger tips start to recede. She's healing, breathing again.
"Babydoll,babydoll, I want you to have it all..".
Her eyes start to open
Mela: Mn...Dari...?
"...y-yeah!"
Mela: W-what...?
"You...were.."
-Darien looks back-
"Dying.."
