there had always been a fire. a dark bunning furnace. and it should always be almost to infinity. that fire had been led by none other than oppressed emotion. overbearing consequence. silent for so long that it became nothing but our frustration. editable been right question mark of course not. but right or wrong never got to matter when it came to a life-and-death situation. is this what the moment right now could be described as? preferably years. because the death of a miserable life that Lily amore Smith had always gone through was now approaching.