I continually touch my lips as I walk down the street to get up the stairs, my mind goes back to the emotions that exploded as I let my tongue battle with his, and one more advantage I had whilst making my painting a masterpiece is the fact that it actually turned out to be a masterpiece. As I walk briskly into the area the stairs are located, I hear hushed words and almost quiet footsteps, my heart begins to pound when I notice that each movement I take is followed by a shuffle of foot. Fear explodes in my chest when I begin to realize that someone might actually...