"You look better with your eyes closed." I heard him say to my father that night. I heard him say more than that, and I saw more than what I want to believe, but I cannot speak of it to anyone. I would not speak of it...ever. I would be faithful to him. ************** Viola was a lover, a passionate one at that. If she saw a goat, she loved it. If she saw a flower, she loved it. If she saw a book, she loved it. She saw Nathaniel...and she loved him. She knew she shouldn't, but she did anyway. Nathaniel was a killer, a ruthless one at that. For gold, he would kill whoever. For liquor, he would break a limb. But Viola? He couldn't kill her, not even for the promise of an estate that holds the way out of his criminal life and into the society that he always longed to be a part of. His love for her was crippling, but her love for him was corrupting. One thing about a lover? She would do anything, even if it meant giving up her own sanity and life. As long as it was for love, then it was worth doing anyway.