We were sitting comfortably in a dimly lit room, resting on the bed as I read a magazine, you were sitting beside me in thought, asking me questions at times, before you ask about my stand, The World. I knew well that you could take it from me and betray me at any time, yet..you didn’t. ”You know, Pucci. Has betrayal never once crossed that mind of yours?” I ask, somewhat softly. I sit up with you, grabbing your hand and putting it up to my forehead. When you tell me that it’s never once crossed your mind, I dig your fingers into my forehead, the disc coming out as well. ”You could take it…” i say, almost challenging, the dim light shines on me, my blonde hair as I waited.