“My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.”

“You’ll be fine. I won’t let you drown.” His lips quirked, like he found her terror entertaining. All the pent up anger, grief and fear fought for supremacy inside. She couldn’t control what came out of her mouth. “And I’m supposed to trust you? Are you kidding me?”

“Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.”

“Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.”

“Awe becomes simple fear all too easily. And when it does, what does that leave but hatred?”

“She opens her eyes as the fury continues, pinning me with her glare. Her gaze reached into my soul as I spin the music back to the simple melody at its core—our melody. A moment of recognition washes over her, followed by regret, fear, terror. An entire kaleidoscope of emotions exists within a single heartbeat.”