Coats, with the animal torturer Drake, the witch Diana, and even the wannabe ruler Caine, was survivable. There was Brianna. Her long red hair always tied back, and her beautiful eyes showing signs of recklessness.
Although, for everything that is perfect, there must be an imperfection. She did not feel the same way about me as I did for her, but that will change, I know it will.
I find her at lunch time one day, and sit down next to her. Thankfully there is no one around here to make fun of me if I fail.
"Brianna, can I tell you something?"
"Yeah?"
"I…I…I can't do this!" and suddenly I break down in tears. She notices, and embraces me.
"Hey, it's OK, you can tell me." She has abandoned her food, and is hugging me, trying to help me calm down, but it only makes it worse.
"No, I can't!" And I storm off, immediately hungering for her arms around me once again.
I'm going to regret not telling her, I know it.