Author's Note: Well, I was going to publish this story after I finished A New Hope, but unfortunately writer's block has stopped me from trying to finish the current chapter. I apologize if I have kept you waiting in agony for that chapter to be completed. I figure I should warn you, as I have said, that this takes place after A New Hope and if you haven't read up to the latest chapter so far, this will reveal spoilers.

By the way, I don't own anything Crash related. I also don't own the songs for they belong to their respective owners. Other than this, enjoy the story.

A sigh escaped a lone, grey coyote as he looked up at the sky. He was sitting on a roof, thinking to himself. The descending sun was moving to give its bright shine to the other side of the world. The orange sky was slowly starting to change into the dark night. Yet, it wouldn't be so dark tonight. The arriving full moon would brighten the night. At that time, most creatures would seek shelter to sleep until the sun came back, while others had woken up to engage in their nocturnal activities.

It felt if as if the whole island was asleep. But not him. Not the coyote, who stared at the stars as a few memories ran through his mind. He closed his eyes and opened them as an instance flash of those he cared about popped up when his eyes were closed. It felt haunting that they kept reappearing whenever he tried to sleep, think, or even blink.

His grey eyes gave a twinkle, similiar to the shine eyes gave off to reveal tears that were about to fall down one's cheeks. However, he would not shed a tear. He had already cried so much, it felt like there was nothing left for him to shed. That, however, was a lie. Even after letting many drops of water fall, there was still more to drop. He closed his eyes again, letting the memories run through again. This time, he kept his eyes closed.

~POV~

Three years. Seven months. One week. And two days.

That's how long I've been gone.

So I've blown,
I've blown it all on cures for pain,
And I've learned
To regret the choices that, that I've made

I want,
I want to stay awake for days
Until the sunlight
Washes over my face

When you've left everything behind, does anything matter? Perhaps the memories that you've had of the simplest times is all there is.

Other than memories, what do I have left?

A sword and tear of a lover.

A blade and coin of a brother.

A weapon of a master.

And a pendant of guardians.

They are not tools of destruction. They are not accessories of fashion.

They are mementos.

Forgive, forget
All of our broken promises
Forgive, forget
All of our broken promises
We run, run, run
To loose it all

Reminders of what I live for. What I will fight for. Of who I am.

Not a single day goes by that I don't find myself thinking of them.

Maybe it's something else that keeps pulling me back, but I have the strength to resist.

However, I find myself growing weaker.

I know and understand that you shouldn't dwell in the past, but sometimes I find myself living back then instead of now. There are many things I wish I could change...

But you can't change what's already happened...

You can wish it. You can dream about it. But you can't make it change.

These days,
Are darker and they draw me in
And I left a trail
But no one missed me in, in the end

I live in regret.

Regret that I didn't do anything. That I failed to act. I couldn't save them.

I was young. I was merely a child.

I've always wanted to live a carefree life.

When I was young, all I wanted was to explore the world, make it my playground and home.

See how other lives live, embrace their ways of life.

But life is never fair.

Death has no sympathy for who it chooses to take. Neither does fate. Or destiny. Even coincidence fits among them like another piece of the puzzle.

I'll blend,
I'll blend in with the shade I've been
But where,
Where do i begin, if I want to learn to

Some might say that you're never dead if there's still someone who remembers you.

Does that mean they're still alive? I know they are alive in spirit. But sometimes they're mentally alive.

Hallucinations are dangerous, but the vision feels ever so comforting. Even if it's in my head.

Forgive, forget
All of our broken promises
Forgive, forget
All of our broken promises
We run, run, run
To loose it all

Will I see them again when I die? There's the flash of white light, and there's all the best moments you've ever lived. But I rather see my family when it's time to leave.

Yet, I wait. I won't wait on this roof. I'll wait until the time comes. But I'm not sure if I'll be ready when the time comes. I'm ready now, but will I change my mind while I wait?

I felt a chill in the air
And you turned as I said your name

A glance turned to a stare
And you hardly knew my face

Perhaps...

A blank page, an empty safe,
Things will never be the same

Life is a big perhaps. Because some things, most things, and all things, have a chance of going either way.

You can either live or die.

Fight or flight.

Life will always be two choices. At times, it could be one or it could be three or more, but it will always be two.

So, make a choice.

Do you hold on...

Forgive, forget
All of our broken promises
Forgive, forget
All of our broken promises

...Or do you let go?

Forgive, forget
All of our broken promises
Forgive, forget
All of our broken promises
We run, run, run, run
We run, run, run
To loose it all

Song: Broken Promises
Artist: Moments in Grace