Author's Note: This is the sequel to "The Silver Branch Tree: Eithne's Lament". As usual, this takes place in a reality which I created, and which is at the mercy of my whims. This story takes place at the time of Remy's flight from New Orleans; and long before the fateful meeting of Eithne and Warren. I am not real good with accents, so I hpe that I didn't butcher Remy's too badly.

As always, feedback is welcomes and adored at Akasha@mlec.net.

*Denotes song lyrics*

It's almost midnight now, an' still you wait. You are waitin' for me; waitin' for me to come an' tell you goodbye. An' I don't have de strength or de courage to do dat. I know I should, I should be ashamed not to. After all we have been through together, all we have meant to each other. But I can't bear to see you cry, chere. Can't bear to see de look in your eyes eyes. Se de pain; knowin' dat I am de cause of it.

*Remember me when you're out walking*

I know dat I broke your heart when I planned on marryin' Belle. But I thought dat you would understand de importance of it. I thought dat you would forgive me, just like you always have. I guess I was right, 'cause dere you stand; just waitin'. It seems like you have been waitin' on me my all of my life. At every fork in de road, dere you were; to lead me down de right path. I don't know if I can find my way without you chere. Don't see dat I got a choice.

*When the snow falls high outside your door*

I know dat you will be alright, be just fine without me messin' around in your life. You were always de strong one; stronger dan me. I always knew dat it would come down to dis; dat I would have to walk away from you. I knew it de first time dat I saw you in de cemetery. Such an odd place for a little girl to be. It bothered me den; it bothers me now. De thought of you wanderin' throug dose places; like some pale phantom.

*Or late at night when you're not sleeping, and moonlight falls across your floor*

What are you makin' chere? I can see your hands movin' in de glow of de moon. Creatin' somethin' from moonbeams and firelight? I always loved to watch you do dat. It was one of de few things dat I ever found magic in. Are you makin' dat for me? Somethin' to remind me of all dat we had; before I went an' threw it all away? If you would just let it go; toss it away. I could wait for it to hit de ground; not have to reveal myself to you. I could have it with me, have a piece of you to hold on to; remind me dat dere will always be on person dat loved me unconditionally. You look so sad chere, standin' dere in de dead of night. An' I know dat I am to blame for dat; I accept dat. An' I know dat I can't change it; not now.

*When I can't hurt you anymore*

Ah, dere it goes; floatin' on de wind. De piece of you, de only thing dat I will ever have now. It's so warm; like it has a life of its own. It smells like gardenia; smells like you. I will keep it with me always; no matter where I go from here. I promise you dat. I wanted to write you a note; let you know dat I kept my word an' came to see you one last time. But I...... I couldn't find de right words. I would have stuck it here; to dis tree we used to climb when we were little. I didn't even have de courage to do dat. Maybe it's better dis way; maybe it will be easier for you to let me go: easier for you to hate me for dis. Goodbye chere; please don't forget me. Hate me if you want; just please remember me.