I stare at him, horrified, not believing my ears. My eyes dart from one face to the other. Back and forth. Contempt on one, despair on the other. Anger in stony eyes, tears in young ones.

How could anybody let this happen? I am ignorant in these things. My background holds no deep wound, no dark blemish such as this. Nothing I can relate to. My confused heart beats faster.

The shunned one turns away. I want to cry out, to plead with him to stop. But I refrain, for fear of the wrath of the other. I am so small, so insignificant. There is nothing I can do.

He begins to walk away, his shadow moving across the floor. His footsteps leave behind ghostly echoes. Echoes that will last in my mind forever. Is he marching to his own doom? Surely obedience should not have such a price.

But love?

They both have suffered much. I say a silent prayer, to whom I know not, that somehow they will find each other again.

The door shuts with a loud clang. It takes all my composure to keep from running, from screaming, from doing whatever I can to stop this tragedy. So much pain, so much anger, so much death.

He's risking it all.

For the will of a madman.