*tears* These poignant words trickled from your FoE rather gracefully. *sniff*

I appreciated the way the emotions and the memory flowed chronologically from top to bottom... It never felt forced, but natural in it's decent towards the collective pool of bitter pain at the bottom of the page.

Your meditation on the choices and their correlation to the partaking of forbidden fruit really shaped this into something much more powerful than just a typical, rancorous ballad of lust and its effects, and transformed it instead into a piercing and soulful reflection.

Simplement beau...