Your wish is granted~ No matter what, dear, you will always be happy. A grin on your face and your heart no lighter than a feather. Family will die, pets will perish, and your grimace lay eternal on your maw. During time of mourning you will feel trapped in your own skin, unable to cope with the loss of ones so dear, and ones no longer near. Your chest so surprisingly light, despite... the heavy weight upon those shoulders.
Putting aside the ashes of tomorrow, you feel happy, yes? You feel happy, and gloriously at ease just staring into the deep blue skies... unable to feel fear, anxiety, or even anticipation. Soon, that feeling begins to dull... for it's because of those other emotions, those crude, harsh, coarse emotions that cut us like a dull knife; that happiness becomes a comfort for our weary soul.
Eventually the sky is no longer blue to your eyes, your grin is that of a ghoul, and your eyes are as empty as your heart. In which holds absolutely nothing except for a single... lonely...feather.
I wish that I had a year's supply of tea~~~
