I had once asked her " What is Unexistance, Sam? " a curious expression across her face had formed. The laden strain of thoughts without answers and hope without warrant teasing the limits of what she could define as living and non living. She hadn't said a word but she had smiled. The clouds had been out that day and it were to rain but not yet. The echoing sounds of a screeching too late, the crack of glass and bone and the hollowed thud of a body against the pavement. What had once been Sam were now a huddled form limp upon the black road. As I stared upon the corpse among the others, listened to the sounds of rain against the cracked windshield I stared into the darkness in her eyes. Not in the thing that was once the girl named Sam but the one whom sat in the tree, saddened and watching. " What is unexistance Sam?"

inspired by Cobalt Rabbit " After Nine " which can be found here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuvR_AC2fRs