I couldn't do that to her. I had done enough. I wish my body was as immortal as my soul. I'd give the gun to TreFual and let him use it on me again an... again. At least, he'd be pleased. Mirth welled up inside me. A happy demon. What an oxymoron. None of them were ever happy. They didn't know a mother's kiss or a sweet smelling flower on a summer morning. They were angry and bitter consumed by hatred. They made their choice like I had made mine. John the demon, who would have thought?I cocked. Say goodbye, knowing that this is the end, and you can never do a thing Thinking hard, to see some sort of chance, to keep the romance alive and not death Trying hard to pretend you can mend, the love that you never longed too end And the diction’s you could of made, or the place that seems so far away Distant nights, long lonely and cold, are they ever to end Your troubled mind, just can not let go, there’s only despair you can lend Fearing the final end, never to restore, that love in your. Thus, one day chance came for Trystyn and Ariel.Instead of reaching for Ariel, Trystyn looked away for but one second indoubt. Then she was gone.Trystyn never felt such pain, or such despair, in all of his life. And so, heswore to the Heavens above, and the Hells down below, that he wouldnever feel such pain again.He reasoned that the source of his pain was his lack of understandingabout the nature of love. Had he understood its texture, its many colors,and its very components then Ariel. It was evident to anyone looking that I wasn’t wearing a bra and I wasn’t about to bare my breasts for any team, even my team. The play clock was ticking down, their urgency became insistent. I was resolute. My hubby quickly removed his jersey and tossed it to me. I pulled it on quickly. We all simultaneously turned and watched the play: 3-2-1; delay of game, five-yard penalty. All heads swiveled back to me and focused on me intently. Somehow the penalty was my fault. A tribute to the football.