Two soul's, two hearts intertwined by fate. The balance of universes rest on the two souls as the fight for the world in which neither belong.
A man shakily and weary eyed walked one foot in front of another down the tunnel. His eyes , ice blue held fast in mine, chilling me to the core, rickashaying off my mind and heart leaving a path of utter destitution in the wake. The hurt of this man I once knew. A man, whom I had loved, registered deep within. Memories flooded back, my walls crumbled, years of building ruined with a look from John. One came after another just as painful as the first. Beside me Peter tensed sensing the internal anguish as he realized just who walked up to us. Foots steps echoed down the long empty tunnel, his pale newly alive hands gripped a silver box.
"Hello my dear Olivia" He started off in a watery tone. The tone of a dead man.
" I always knew we would meet again, I have something for you love. A present if you will." He lowered the box gingerly and sat it on the ground. With he left hand he pulled out a gun. His eyes went from icy to a sad understanding. The gun was raised to his temple.
"I never loved you" A crisp statement, a smile, and a gun shot.