I felt numb. My lungs were aching from the lack of oxygen. I couldn't breathe even if I wanted to. All this excitement, all this worry and agony... All this fear... How did I end up to this? Why I was deep into such a mess? My choices had led me there but it was not entirely my fault... Wrong. It was. It doesn't matter what the others (or maybe a particular someone) did to lead me to those actions, I chose to do them. I chose to do things that opposed to every logic. But I wasn't a master of myself at the time. I was led by passion and by an imagination so wild that couldn't be restrained. My own dream was materialized before my eyes. And who wouldn't stretch his hands to touch his dreams? Even if he eventually got burnt... Would I end up getting burnt? And would my angel be eventually by my side to heal my wounds and make me happy? Only time can show...