Vincenzo Moreno

Everyone had their definition for peace. Mine was the ultimate peace. I didn't speak out of pride or cockiness; it rather was pure fact. My idea of the concept overthrew that of the dictionary, and by extension, that of nature. Or natural law.

One could only be said to have peace when he resided in a building—sea front—with the love of his life. When he woke up every morning to the angelic face she had.

I had been watching her since I woke up. Nothing less than five minutes. Her face held more interest than a slasher movie or anything at all one fancied. She was beautiful. Her...