It Is Difficult To See A Situation

I Suppose There Will Never Be A Lack Of Things To Say, Of Stories To Be Told And Shared.

Trespassers Will Be Exsanguinated.

Timing Is A Sensitive Thing.

Celia Laughs And A Curl Of Her Hair Falls Across Her Cheek. Marco Tentatively Moves To Brush It Off Her Face, But Before His Fingers Reach Her, She Pushes Herself Off The Ledge, Her Silver Gown A Billowing Cloud As She Falls Onto The Pile Of Jewel-toned Cushions.

Life Takes Us To Unexpected Places Sometimes. The Future Is Never Set In Stone, Remember That.