The Boy Who Walks In The Light.

The First Time I Saw You, When You Stepped Into That Skiz Ring Against Kaede, I Thought You Were The Most Beautiful Girl I'd Ever Seen. I Could've Watched You Forever. The First Time I Kiss You..." That Memory Overpowers Me Now, Taking Me By Surprise. I Remember Every Last Detail Of It, Almost Enough To Push Away The Lingering Images Of The Elector Pulling June To Him. "well, That Might As Well Have Been My First Kiss Ever.

I Want To Run. To Do What I Always Do, Have Always Done, For The Last Five Years Of My Life. Escape, Flee Into The Shadows. But This Time, I Stand My Ground. I'm Tired Of Running.

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was A Teenager, Around 14 Years Old.

Now, As We Stand Three Feet Apart And Stare At Each Other, I Feel The Full Distance That Comes With Spending So Much Time Apart, A Moment Filled With The Electricity Of A First Meeting And The Uncertainty Of Strangers.

Then I Realize From The Hollow Sound Of Her Gun's Click That Her Gun Isn't Loaded. Apparently She Just Wants To Slap Me Around With It.