I am Death to you who’ll meet me. I am life to those who have.
It was the most peculiar name I'd heard, yet belonged to the most remarkable man. He made minced meat of enemies, fools of foes, and no one ever outsmarted him. "So why, Z," I asked one evening. "It's spelt with a silent 'E'," he said as if it explained everything.
She remained untitled. I remained obscure.
I hear you But no longer see Amaya The night rain Listening to your heartbeat In the midnight still (Author’s note: the name Amaya means ‘night rain’ in Japanese. I think it’s one of the most beautiful names I’ve ever heard.)