A/N: I've left a good bit of the song out, because it would be kind of difficult to think of soliloquies for da-da-da and repetition. But the main body of the song is there. It's from Enya's new album - A Day Without Rain.

Rose's POV. It could be any time, I think. It jumps a great deal.

Close your eyes. Rest. Listen for the good things, for happiness. You've never felt properly alive since…since I died, I know. You think a part of you has died with it. It hasn't. It's alive, because I'm alive.

Not in body, of course. In spirit. You know that much, at least. That there are some things that can never die, and our love is one of them.

The rain should cool you down, it sheds the tears you want to cry. It's almost a storm, it's teeming down, as they say.

Give in to grief. No good ever came of bottling things up. Live for the day, for the moment, and you'll find happiness again.

There's no reason, I suppose. But you don't need one. Just let things go on as they come.

It wasn't love at first sight, you know. Well - if I'd searched deep down inside myself, I'd probably have found out. But I didn't. The first time I knew how much I really valued you was when you fought that Wakka Gawtrybe leader. We were chased, you were injured. You said you'd hold them off, and I wouldn't let you.

But I knew that I loved you forever and beyond that fateful day. The morning. What a day to love you! What a way for love to make it's way through so that it was first and foremost! What a day to love a warrior born!

Leave the life you've been living, where things fly thick and fast at you. You've gone into battle with the Bloodwrath protecting you - like in Marshank - but you've hated it, really.

Every day you've found it all confusing, unhappy. You don't know why, but…you don't need a reason. Let your day go on and on, instead of it being too short.

All summer you fought on our behalf. In the winter evenings you've sat and watched others laughing and talking. On those frequent times when you've sat alone, you've stared into the fire, watching the flames dance. In spring, you've wept with the dew and rain, and you know you'll do it in every spring to come. All the autumns you've left behind, you've mourned, watching the leaves.