There Was A Different Ending To New

...humankind's Limited Scope Of Mercy Was Reserved For Their Own.

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.

Maybe It's Because I'm A Little Naive, But I Do Like To Think That There Aren't Really Very Many Truly Bad People In The World. I Think That Everybody Has Their Reasons For What They Do, And If You Really Look Through Their Eyes, You Could Probably Understand Them.

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

Of Course, You’d Warm Up Faster If You Took Your Clothes Off.