It all started at inferno, where the flames burned us all away.
That was the last time we felt safe. The last time we were together.
the last time i could believe the images in the mirror moved when i did.
the last time i didn't sleep in my clothes, now we always have to run.
This Summer, you choose what the winter event will be, the fall out of what you do at the event is what happens next.
you are the story, live it to the fullest.
for as long as you can.