Why Is There Always One

There Are People Whose Eyes You Must Avoid, Whose Attention You Must Not Draw To Yourself. They Are Strange, Parasitic Creatures, Lost Souls Seeking To Stretch Across The Abyss And Make Fatal Contact With The Warm, Constant Flow Of Humanity. They Live In Pain, And Exist Only To Visit That Pain On Others. A Random Glance, The Momentary Lingering Of A Look, Is Enough To Give Them The Excuse That They Seek. Sometimes, It Is Better To Keep Your Eyes On The Gutter For The Fear That, By Looking Up, You Might Catch A Glimpse Of Them, Black Shapes Against The Sun, And Be Blinded Forever.

Being Scared Isn't The Problem. It's Not Running Away That's The Hard Part.

I Believe In Those Whom I Love And Trust.

My Feelings For Raphael Are Mine, And Mine Alone. I Loved Him, And That Is All Anyone Needs To Know. The Rest Is No Business Of Any Man's.

They Were On The Side Of The Angels, Even If The Angels Weren't Entirely Sure That This Was A Good Thing.