"From that moment everything changed. Life wasn't what it used to be, and the wind didn't blow in that ordinary and calm direction that it always had. Suddenly life had welled up over the edges, causing a storm. And in the middle of that storm he stood. Untouchable. Nothing bothered him, and the wind barely reached his golden locks. He opened his mouth to speak. Or to yell. Something that would be heard over the borders. Something that would touch the inner circle of the people he wanted to harm. The people close to him. His mouth remained open but no words were ever spoken nor yelled. The heartfelt silence touched the walls of his empty heart and echoed along his veins. Nothing would ever be said. Or yelled. People would never know what his inner feelings said. His empty heart would remain empty. But after a few minutes the silence became superfluous. His mouth were once again open. He uttered the words so softly as if they had been resting on the tip of his tounge for years. 'Enough. It's enough now.'
People would never realize that it was all about self-preservation."

^saker jag gör när jag egentligen borde göra annat. DÖ!!!!!!