Prologue.

Sweeter then Honey.

By Inkquill.

It seems kind of strange. To recount, to relive your life in your own head. When I was a fledgling I remember playing with my friends along side the pebbled lake shore while my mother made us lunch. Or when my sister would prod and tease at me they way siblings always do. Those were simpler times. Happier times.

In my younger years, my mother had once told me to always keep and open mind and to always try to see things from two angles. Gives you a better understanding of things she would say. Well... I suppose that as I write this, this is my way of exploring that other angle.

However it may pain yourself to recount experiences past, I suppose it is all part of the process of healing. Ever since I returned from my holiday, my friends have been concerned for me, and they are well reasoned to be concerned, with all the moping and lack of involvement I've been doing as of late.

So... if this shall give them explanation.. or at least will quell my heart of it's pain, then let us begin...

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at a truly original piece. So please share your thoughts and opinions, I am open to constructive criticism.

Thank you.