𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒕, 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔; 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆" 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆.

"𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚? 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆." 𝑰 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆.

𝑨 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔.

"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎... 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆."

𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍. 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍.

𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒖𝒕, 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅....

"𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚."

— ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇs