They Say It's Darkest Before The Dawn,

I Mean Only That I Hope They Find Darkness Or Paradise Without Fear Of It, If They Can.

The Truest Tales Require Time And Familiarity To Become What They Are.

The Silence That Falls Between Them Is A Comfortable One. He Longs To Reach Over And Touch Her, But He Resists, Fearful Of Destroying The Delicate Camaraderie They Are Building. He Steals Glances Instead, Watching The Way The Light Falls Over Her Skin. Several Times He Catches Her Regarding Him In A Similar Manner, And The Moments When She Holds His Eyes With Hers Are Sublime.

Perhaps It Is Controlling The Chaos Within More Than The Chaos Without.

You Believe You Could Not Live With The Pain. Such Pain Is Not Lived With. It Is Only Endured. I Am Sorry.