I can only imagine what it's like to have a child of my own. The joy and innocence that surrounds me everyday can soften the coldest of hearts. Which reminds me... is the working title of my novella. Cold, Heartless & without Remorse.
Last night Grey met his friend J.A.De for a drink and to talk.
J.A.De: People are not like you and I
GREY: What do you mean?
J.A.De: You see things that normally others might not see.
J.A.De: Intuition of some sort... A six sense about your surroundings.
GREY: What if I don't see what your saying... no intuition there.