What started as a joke suddenly became a rollercoaster into the deep depths of a tormented mind, fuelled by alcohol and the nagging twisted voices in the head, the need to know if what you was thinking and believing was the same as what she was thinking and believing.What seemed like another simple infatuation, that would without a doubt, be extinguished as time passes, actually manifested into something larger than life and harder to distinguish between fact or fiction, every turn on this merry-go-round produced a trail of paranoia that scarred the lovers playground and asked moral questions that most people tried to avoid. Does Aurora really know what you thinking, does she actually know all the sacrifices you made to give her a better life, would she ever know that you died just to save her?