Unbridled passion, it was a deep-seated desire that he could not control and it rocked every cell in his body. He felt his hearts racing and the air catch in his throat.
Where did it come from? Why was it red? And more importantly: what did it mean?
In the beginning I looked out upon the vast expanse of the void overhead.
The Anxiety moved with a such a violent fervour that she was forced to dart away. Running was a mistake.