A woman's power isn't in her beauty or her smile, but in her mind.

You who drag me back to this world that has forsaken me. You who cheated me with a vaccine that gives me but a taste of life i can never have. You who gave me hope. You are more of a monster than i am, and someday i will kill you for it.

Touch your fingertips acrooss his arm, his chest, his cheek. Scent: memories of summer, reminding him of the warm sun on his naked skin. Sound: your laugh, light and gentle like a crystal bell. Sight: a look that lingers, and promisses so much more. Taste finally...