The Light Only Fades

by Breeva Malfoy

Revenge was the only thing he had left. It was his only way to keep her alive. The time would come when he would find them, and when he did they would pay for her brutal death. And nothing would stop him. Blood would be spilt, same species or not JB/OC

1. Epilogue

Epilogue

He was no stranger to anger. It was an emotion that had come to know him well. An emotion that defied to let him go.

But he never tried to fight his anger. He embraced it instead.

He had decided that it was easier to live his life in a cloud of red, then to try and pretend that somewhere, somehow there was a light at the end of a dark tunnel, an end that didn't exsist.

For two years, his world had twisted and spun into bleak darkness that was tainted with his nightmares of a reality he was unable to stop. Day and night he lived his ugly memories, a constant reel that played out in his mind, with the viewer screaming at the screen, begging the characters to run, to hide, to escape the hands that longed to harm.

But his nightmare never changed. No matter how hard he shouted and yelled at the figures engulfed in the chaous that had spilt so much blood, he always was unable to stop the inevitable.

So, he stayed in the dark tunnel that was now his life, knowing that light would never meet him because there was no end.

Because his light was gone.

Lifeless.

Buried.

Dead.