I've had more than my share of ownership in
near-death was not something that a person
accustom. It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death
again. As if I really was marked for
disaster. I escaped again and again, but somehow she
always came back. Yet this time was very different from the others.
You can run away from something you fear, may try to fight someone
All my reactions were geared to these types of
killers - the monsters, the enemies.
When one loves one who was killing you, there are many options. As
you can run, how can you fight, when to do it yourself
be hurting the lover? If your life was all you
had to give your beloved, as you deny?
If this was your one true love?