The fear creeped up on me, the tears as my eyes came to a close. My eyes filled with tears, no, I thought to myself, i want my last tear my last drip my last feel to be this. I must save this moment burry it in my heart and make it bold. I must not let my heart be siezed by another, to take the memories, the anger, the emotions be stripped from me. Not even in the time my breath does not draw, because this is me, this is my heart burried in this mansion that holds my trophies and medals. To the weak minded it may seem as a small cottage, but to those they fear who they look down on can see something different. Something more. A whole world. The vibrant colors surrounded the castle. The green, the yellow, the blue. This cottage will be protected even if it is my last fear. And then but only then i will draw my last breath, my last drop, my last tear.