"Sometimes, I wondered if there was ever a time when I hadn"t cared so much about others" opinions of me. Either the subtle ones I"d heard through hushed whispers... or the harsher ones I"d fabricated within my own mind. If there was a way to quiet the vicious hounding of my own worries as they nipped at my heels, every misstep becoming another bitter memory to hold over my own head.
I longed for the peace of hearing something unpleasant and being able to let it rush through me without it tearing me apart." --- Bennett Oden had long ago grown accustomed to the numbing coldness of reality. He led a miserable life at the brutal hands of his father, but it was also all he knew. He understood how to navigate it... and how to survive on having just enough. On being just enough. Then, he crashed into Mason Locke--warmth incarnate.