There he stood, desolate and alone. Abandoned had he been, stripped of all but his bittersweet conscience that rasped upon his mind. The midnight moon hid its face slowly behind the peak of mountain peaks, stretching off further than the visible sight of the eye. T.K. breathed slowly, the air was thick and dense, though distantly cold and still. It had been all but silence for the joyous laughs and childhood whispers that echoed in his mind. He sat atop a ridge, with his feet dangling lifelessly over the edge. Below stood the many houses of those more fortunate that he, although each person with a whimper and woe to share. Clenching his fists tightly, his eyes danced around the darkened sky. Tears trickled down his cheeks, dropping upon his photo - the last remnant of his dear Kari. She stood there, in that picture, smiling graciously. Her soft, glistening hair could hardly bare the honor of resting upon her gentle cheeks. It glowed with inner radiance, benevolence like none other possible; even the roots of her existence seemed to bare the beauty of kindness. Never once did she complain, an existence for no other purpose than to satisfy those around her. T.K. closed his eyes slowly, and looked back through his mind. Images of his former love darted forth before his eyes - her childish laugh, melodious voice and the eyes of a true angel. Sighing quietly, T.K. lifted himself to his feet once more. Taking the final gaze at what has become of his surroundings, and walking away without second regret. The tears in his eyes twinkled beneath the moonlight gaze as he moved, each step quicker than the other and never turning back. The tears became more, his pulse raced as he sprinted. The heavy air pounded upon his face, trickling sweat and tears making a savor of his face. Until that one moment, at the time of his ruin did he stop. Breathing deeply and hastily, he refused to open his eyes for fear of facing his problem. Concentrating, solely on the sound of his breathing. His eyes remained tightly concealed and he resisted any form of opening them once more. Once again, he stopped. T.K's atmosphere seemed as alien to him as his whereabouts, yet he did not question. The whispers became more frequent now, jolting his head side to side to discover the source of the mysterious murmurs.

"You must not fear, I am here to wipe away your tear. Never forget I love you so, if you disbelieve, I will have to go. Always remember we are together, for always, for now and certainly forever. When the darkened nights' amuck, never forget I love you. When the doves sing the wail of devastated cries, remember always. we are together"

His withered hands had bared the pain of loss, the astringent memories of the past and the delicate hand of Kari. Surrendering to his knees, T.K. took one last gaze at his environment before it faded before him, into nothing more. than a void.