Perhaps from the very beginning, the first person to fall into the trap was him.
Steven Balance, who had no normal human emotions, tasted failure for the first time in his life, and the emotions, still unclear, erupted along with the death of that person before his eyes. Day after day, time and again, he relives his increasingly clear emotions, yet the woman who taught him the word "like" is already dead.
So emotions are like flowers growing in the air, nurtured by the blood of the heart; the fuller they bloom, the more the person who nurtures them finds life worse than death.
Liam Summer brushed the ash from his pants and then stood up from the sofa.
Aldana Candi was wrapped entirely in a white towel; perhaps because of her petite frame, an ordinary towel could completely cover her. Her limp and slender legs hung from Steven Balance's arms, like the stems of some plant, appearing fragile and delicate, as if a gentle pinch would break them.
