We were as close as two people could be, or so I thought, but Wheaton had secrets--his own treasures. Perhaps if I'd paid closer attention, I wouldn't have lost him.
Sometimes life is like this Ferris wheel. Even when everything seems wrong, the sky is black, it's starting to rain, and some lady throws up on you, the wheel will keep right on turning to spite you." (the Old Man)
It's sad how things devolve, how if you hear just the early part of Freddie and Veronica's story, this romantic romp between a blue-eyed guitarist and knobby-knuckled songstress, you imagine they'll go on forever.
She'd been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.
