His deep voice echoes through my skull. The simple words emerge from his pink lips so easily. As if he had spoken such a sequence of beautiful sounds countless times before. The way his words engraved my cloudy mind made the intriguing voice so familiar. But I'm aware this was new. I'm aware that he was new. So then why when the boy spoke did his words display them self as sincere? Why did he make me feel safe? Why am I trusting him? Why do I take his hand? And why does it fit perfectly in mine?All Rights Reserved