I Always Knew, On Some Level, That

I'd Once Been Fascinated By His Legend - All The Stories I'd Heard Before I Met Him. Now I Can Feel That Same Sense Of Fascination Returning. I Picture His Face, So Beautiful Even After Pain And Torture And Grief, His Blue Eyes Bright And Sincere. I'm Ashamed To Admit That I Enjoyed My Brief Time With Him In His Prison Cell. His Voice Can Make Me Forget About All The Details Running Through My Mind, Bringing With It Emotions Of Desire, Or Fear Instead, Sometimes Even Anger, But Always Triggering Something. Something That Wasn't There Before.

We're In This Together, Right?" He Whispers. "you And Me? You Want To Be Here, Yeah?" There's Guilt In His Questions. "yes," I Reply. "i Chose This." Day Pulls Me Close Enough For Our Noses To Touch. "i Love You.

My Heart's Been Torn Wide Open, Just Like I Feared It Would Be, And I Have No Willpower To Close It Back Up.

Money Is The Most Important Thing In The World, You Know. Money Can Buy You Happiness, And I Don't Care What Anyone Else Thinks.

I've Always Been Interested In Exploring The Concept Of Child Prodigies. When I Was Younger, I Wrote A Story About Mozart As A Child And I Just Always Loved This Idea Of Young People Who Are Able To Take Control Of Their Lives And Bring A Whole Lot Of Change At Such A Young Age.