Noah, life is made of experiences, nothing more. That is why routine can be so dangerous. A rigid path blinds us to the beauty of the unexpected, no matter how loudly the world praises discipline. I want no part of it. Each day should arrive like a new story, unlike the last. Only then can one lifetime be vast enough to contain many lives.

Ohh, Noah, I feel your fear. I am truly sorry. Life is cruel and aching, yet I longed for someone to share it with and you drew me in like a gentle light in the darkness. Pain is easier to bear when it is shared, do you not think. If you wish, I could let you forget everything and return you to the moment before we met''

“I know what I will do with you, Noah. I am sorry.” His voice is low, smooth, almost hypnotic. “Look at me. Feel me. Tell me… what does it do to you? Do you want me to stop? Because I will, if that is what you wish. I hope you know that.”