You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.
The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.
Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.
Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.
The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.