Is there ever real freedom from the sins we committed when we choose to bury and forget them? They say freedom really begins the moment you have nothing to hide. But what if there's freedom in hiding? What if I wanted to stay where my sins are? What if I choose to be where they are? I'm well aware that being with me will never be fair to them. I am destructive, broken beyond repair... a damaged good. Loving me is like committing an offense. And being with them is sacrilegious. So really, here is fine. Because here? There's heaven in hiding.