Harley,

My darling boy, the light of my life, my dearest treasure. Here is not safe for you my love, creature of boundless curiosity and darkness, and fear and light.

Here in the tides you must stay, my dear, bobbing against rock and sea-spray. I know it hurts, love. It always does.

It is for your own good, you know. The separation stings harder than any flesh-flaying cliffside or the burn of saltwater in your delicate, red-ringed lungs.

You must keep treading water, Harley. Just until sunrise, my love. The stars will keep you afloat, dozen of blinking eyes, like the lights at home.

You must keep going.