Did You Just Call Me Beatrice?

I Was Still Afraid Of Him, I Knew, But In A Different Way - I Was No Longer A Child, Afraid Of The Threat My Terrifying Father Posed To My Safety. I Was A Man, Afraid Of The Threat He Posed To My Character, To My Future, To My Identity.

Maybe I Was Afraid To Trust Him With Something So Personal As My Devotion.

I Am Too Strong To Break So Easily, And I Become Better, Sharper, Every Time I Touch Him.

I Always Appreciate People's Opinions, But Sometimes I Have To Take A Step Back And Remember Why I'm Writing And What I Want To Do With It. Shutting Out The Voices Is Difficult But It's Been Good For Me.

Why Is Your Heart Racing Tris?