Sitting behind the piano he lets a feeling of old comfort creep into his body. Settle into his mind and heart. Lifting his hands to settle on the keys he freeze's. Lets his mind wander to distant memories. Old images he doesn't want to acknowledge. Back to when times were simpler. Times not filled with pain and death. Times filled with bitter sweet dreams long since gone and love that doesn't shine anymore.
He doesn't want to let his heart and soul to miss the pretty green eyed angel that's not a part of the world anymore. He doesn't want to remember the small rounding of her stomach that held their child. He doesn't want to think of the innocent smile that could never be a part of this world. A part of his world.
Closing his eyes he goes to the next image in his head. Twin girls with bright shining blue eyes and the same curly black hair that's just shy of reaching his own baby blue eyes. In his head their wearing ripped, mud covered cloths and hair in high pigtails. Grins almost splitting their faces into two. His girls were carefree and still loved him then. They didn't fear him like they do now. They didn't hate him like now.
A sharp ring snaps him back to the present. Grabbing his cell off the top of the piano he opens it without checking to see who's calling him this late in the night.
"What?" He snaps before anything else can be said.
"We got Church brother," he hears Bobby say.
"I'll be there in ten." He snaps the phone close before anything else can be said. He sits there for a moment to collect himself. Putting the heartless killer back in place and burying the past back into the shadows of his mind as he stands from the piano bench.
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