I am broken... in the way of wild horses fleeing captivity. It's Lily who has a way of bringing me back again and again before complete and utter darkness consumes me. Though I continue to pretend, leading everyone to believe I'm normal; she sees through my many masks and dispels any notion of my disguises. She knows the real me, determined, deadly and dangerous; retribution for what was done to me my highest goal. And I know her, the flower with broken petals, still standing under the sun, ripe for the plucking. We are not good for each other. Our paths are paved in self-destruction. Yet, our only chance at salvation lies in the other. She wants to tame me, but I plan on devouring her. In the way of war, only one of us can win... and I intend on it being me.