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Prologue.
His hollowed footsteps echoed through the eerily quite hospital corridor. Every step he took towards the sole existence of his miserable life put a little bit of weight on his dead, pathetic heart. He had lots of questions, he needed answers.
To any onlooker who would take a second to watch the young mans can see the grave lost behind the beautiful exterior. His emerald green eyes looked lifeless, his unkept unique colored hair falling in to his face. He looked like a ghost, frail and ready to pass away any minute.
He stopped in front of one of the doors and opened it. "You are wasting your time" a hard cold voice sneered. His head shot up towards the sound, a man in his mid forties was standing in front of the hospital bed. Their was so much hatred in his chocolate brown eyes. Eyes so similiared to the ones that had given him glimpse of heaven, eyes that warmed his cold heart.
"Make it quick" the older man moved in front of the bed. Their was a doctor standing in the corner of the hospital room but his attention was now captured by the girl in bed. Her heart shaped face and big brown eyes staring at him. Their was no emotions in those big brown eyes; the gaze was empty. He felt a chill crawling through his heart.
He took the small delicate hand in his and opened his mouth to ask the thousand of questions that had been nagging behind his mind for past few days, no matter how much he tried only one word was able to re surface "Why? Why?"The young girl turned her head and his life started to drain out of his eyes as he recognized the rejection. He couldn't stop the tears falling from his eyes. This was the second time in his life he cried for the loss in his life. He wanted to scream, he wanted to crawl next to her and die.
"You are tiring my patient" the doctor moved near to the hospital bed. "You should leave now" he gestured towards the door. He kissed the hand of the girl and drags his feet out of the room.
"I think this belong to you" the older man showed something in to his hand. "I don't want to see your shadow hear her and I will send you all the necessary documents, make sure to sign them." He wandered out without giving a second glance to the man. He walked out of the hospital and gazed at the now oddly quite road. The sun was setting ready to end the day.
He opened his hand and looked at the object in his palm, the blood red stone embedded in the ring once adorned his mothers fingers, then made his claim on her, was gleaming, mocking him,toturing him.
His gazed locked in the lonely road a head. He took a step to start the difficult journey, leaving the shattered pieces of his heart with the brown eyed beauty forever.