The immediate rush of something so different and surreal was beyond any thrill experienced beforehand. It seemed quite the hasty, perfect and ideal start to the tragic end before it. Moments flicked by much like a romantic teenage novel, only to gradually overflow with intensity and instablity. Sixteen certainly and undoubtedly remained consistent in realness and rawness. Though conflicts became too familiar and even with a pure love present, a change in some individuals are far too pronounced and bold to ignore. In this sorrowful love story, it appeared that hatred and evil did in fact eventually, and selfishly, defeat the good in others.