knox
Like fire in bones
Like water in lungs
Like heat in the heart
Like cold in the feet
Temptation is sweet
Temptation is dangerous
Temptation is temporary
Temptation is impulse
The cold touch was something I didn’t prefer. I liked the warmth – the warm breeze, the hot sun, the beautiful beach. This place was nothing like home. This place was a prison of metal, hot and cold, icy to the touch and grating to my ears. This place wasn’t home. It wasn’t even close. Yet I’d have to call it that. I’d have to learn to call it that. Because my home is destroyed. It's dead and burned and gone, and there's nothing I can do to fix it. I can only hide here, in this fortress of metal, and hope to eventually... love it? How could I when it's so cold, so heartless? No, this isn't a home. Definitely not. It's just a prison.
Who'dda thunk? One day, you're making it large in the big leagues, living the greatest, the biggest, the best. What an ego. I got the girl of my dreams, the house I wanted, the reputation that surpassed I think the Queen last year... hmm... next stop... wait? What?! The military?