You... you destroy me.

“Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.It creeps on you, quiet and still, sits b…”

“Flames are licking at my skin and there’s a burst of heat clawing through my st…”

“The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and red and yellows and orange…”

“That traitorous bastard. The idiot who thinks he's won himself a pretty girl. H…”