Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.

Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words? Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open? Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.

Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you

I only have have one question, scraping the inside of me. Answer it, and I will stumble back into her shadow, shut my mouth, never ask again. I've tried to ignore it, but it won't go away. It haunts my dreams, chases me through every single day, and I don't have the strength to turn around, face it down. So please tell me and I swear I'll never ask again. It's in your power to make it go away, and all you have to do is tell me why you love her more.

Despite whoever created it, it's my world, & the only one I've got. Might as well make the best of it, right? Might as well have a little fun while I'm here. Or a lot of fun. Might be dead tomorrow.

We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.