First Time

I was walking home on a cool Friday evening.

The freshly fallen leaves tumbled across the sidewalk in the light breeze.

A street light up ahead revealed two figures.

As I approached one of the figures departed, leaving behind the most beautiful form I had ever seen.

The careless wind carried the scent of forgotten tragedies and undiscovered misery.

I was immediately intrigued as I neared the figure.

As we spoke I become intoxicated by the words anguish.

I felt a responsibility, to help this person.

The advancements I made were welcomed, but not without hesitation.

I quickly lost control.  

Suddenly euphoria washed over my body.  It was done.

I become infatuated with the feeling.

I craved the excitement, knowing I was capable of destroying such precious balance.