He pulls away, setting his forehead against hers instead. "This isn't a show." He whispers. "We shouldn't be letting people look on." `````````` Jason:
"What's to come." He says, looking back out at the sky.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
To be a master of metaphor is the greatest thing by far. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others, and it is also a sign of genius. — Aristotle, Poetics