Amethyst Walkers was completely devoted to herself, she always has been. Enamored with her poetry, the familiarity of her routine, her dog named Toby, she couldn't ask for anything else. There was virtually no time in her tightly packed schedule to feel something, there never has been. Her life has been something that she's been in control of every single day. It always has been. Or it was. Her routine wasn't just well loved by her. He loved it too, and he knew her more than she knew it herself. But he knew he loved controlling it more.