*Preface*
I GOT USED TO IT, HALF OF MY LIFE IS CAUSED BY TROUBLE,
The other half is falling in love; its something you would really never get used to .
It was like a schedule, facing a near-death experience then back to reality. Like I was an ant Zeus was trying to kill. I'd escaped again and again, but it kept on chasing me.
Still, this time was way worse than the others.
So, it didn't matter to me if we were surrounded by our enemies.
You could run away, you could try to fight from all the things you feared. All my emotions were carried toward those killers-the monsters, our extraordinary enemies.
There black eyes wild and filled with thirst, craving for my death .This is not a dream, I'm not running for my life, I'm running to save someone's life that's infinitely more priceless.
You would never give much thought about how you would die, but if you had, you would not have imagined it like this:
If you loved someone who could kill you, it left no options, no choices.
Where would you run? how could you fight? ,would that hurt your dearly-loved one? If life was all you can give to your beloved,
How could you take it away?
If it was that someone you wanted most.