Autumn, 1959.

Your boyfriend Neil had been pestering you non-stop. Asking if you could sneak out with him at Welton, and recite poetry at night in The Old Indian Cave. A cave that was just outside of the school grounds. Whether it was your own poetry, or stolen words from poets long gone. Till finally.. you had given in, and agreed to meet him at the pond that was just a mile away from the cave.

You took your time sneaking into the grounds, trying to be quiet - as the breezes of autumn chills draw out any heard motion. Making your way to the pond. You see Neil in his long school cape, and a book in his hand that Mr. Keating gave to him awhile back. The book he told you all about. His eyes were gleaming, as his smile was bright even seen in the night. He held out his free hand for you to take. With his gentle voice..

“Ready to suck the marrows out of life?”