Prologue:
I feel as if I am a death row prisoner being sentenced, waiting for a pardon, but ofcourse there is only one kind of relief for those who accept their crimes, which is to be prepared to face
they're penalties. As I march forward to the courtroom I feel the empty space where, a few years ago, I would feel the endless thudding for I am am about to tell Edward, my Romeo, that I
have fallen for Paris.