In a world where love is a bargain, what price should you give for your love?
In a world where pain and love are the same thing, which choice would you make?
In a world where life and death and transitional phases, which one would you go to first?
In a world where desire and defiance are so closely knit, which one makes the decision easier?
In a world where anger and hate exist, what is the easiest choice to make?
In a world where love comes with armies, is rejection really worth the effort?
Carlos Morgan was haunted by a decision he had made, an order he had followed, an agreement he had been dragged into, and now he was paying the price for it.
Normally anyone who defied orders would suffer so bad and for the extreme cases, they would turn into ashes. But he hadn't disobeyed an order.
He had followed one.
He had given in.
