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.