Old Habits Die Hard

Maybe there are different kinds of ways,

To love and show it,

To give out of all you've been given.

To share the love,

Banish hate and scorn.

Maybe if the world could be like you,

Then it would be a better place.

Maybe, just maybe,

We wouldn't have to cry at midnight,

For the broken souls we became.

Toriana,

Like magic,

I believe you fell from the sky

For no one, not one,

Holds a candle to your true nature.

Victor Mairo

Brian's POV

I didn't know exactly what to think or say. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it wasn't as though it was extraordinary, it was normal from all perspectives. Yet I was stunned. I stood in front of Dean, and he didn't even recognize me.