They now call me a Leviathan. A monster. And maybe I am. I know one soul who believes that with every part of his being. If only he knew the truth. If only I could make him see that I’m more than the surface of lies I spin. That I’m more than someone out for their own gain. I wish he could see—know who I was before all of this. The person I desperately cling on to that is still inside of me. The person I must protect. One day I hope to hand him the key to the fortress that is my heart. I just hope he doesn’t give up on Love and throw it all away… *** I hate Love. *** I’m looking at her. There’s an innocence to her that she keeps carefully hidden. But I see it. Inside of her is someone that she has revealed to no one. Not even me when I once thought we were in love. Of course now I know that was all a farce but still, she hid that even from me. But not now—now, I see more.