Author's Note: This is something I found while digging through my room. Should I continue?


Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

I love you.

To me, those three words made it like all the conversation in the world had vanished, and they were the only ones left. I knew that her brain couldn't process their meaning, but my heart told me that the words were true. I wasn't just going to stand there and let her die. There had to be another way; another solution. In a normal situation, there's only one: tell someone. I continued to rack my brain, searching for a different approach. This was definitely not a normal situation and in no way qualified for option numero uno. I stared out the window at the ominous storm outside. What do you do when you know a secret that no one else in the world does? With the risk of your own life, your home, and the people you love, do you tell it? Or do you keep it forever, with its existence lingering out there for all to know, threatening its host and bringing retribution to all involved?