He loved his family. There was no doubt in that. But every moment Hughes waited he found himself falling deeper and deeper in the black pools known as love. He'd force his mind to remove the wonderful image from his mind, and in doing that he'd fall deeper and deeper into despair. Voices called out to him. Voices from beyond the thin line known as "Right" and "Wrong." And as Maes Hughes looked down at the quivering naked body beneath his own he wondered 'Right or Wrong?' He'd been wondering that from the very beginning. From the leisurely morning in the office the words 'Right or Wrong?' played and danced in the young mans mind. At the late lunch filled with flirting and drinks being spilled the echos of the words filled his mind; 'Right or Wrong?' During the night as violent screams shatter the quiet harmony of the night, and as sweaty pale hands ripped at the innocent bed sheets, the words still pulsed inside of Maes Hughes's mind; 'Right or Wrong?'
Maes Hughes Never lived to pick Between "True Love and Misery."
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Wow...That was...fun!