CHAPTER 66: MAN LOVES, GOD KILLS, PART 2
The man named Herbie Grossman has been an exemplirary model of an Ameican citizen. Obedient to his parents and teachers as a child, he behaved himself well, studying hard to graduate at the top of his class with honors, making his way through college on a football scholarship.
Meeting a young woman named Goldie during his college years, the frequent dating between the two soon led to a marriage, and one that served both well. That marriage soon led to the prospect of two children coming their way, in the forms of a son named William and a daughter named Annie.
Moving out to the big city of Hillwood, their life seemed to be going well enough, just as any American life could go...
...until the Fall of Hillwood, when all that he knew went straight to hell.
As the island city of Hellwood was broken into separate provinces, Herbie Grossman decided to lead his family to the province of God's Country, leaving behind Old Hillwood out of distrust for the Hillwood Heroes. Believing it to be the best option out of the others for a safe haven, they made their exodus to the holy land, now living by a biblical life set under strict rules and guidelines.
Though raised in a christian family, never did Herbie Grossman read the entirety of the Bible; making his immigration to God's Country a mistake as dire as failing to read the fine print of a contract. Watching his only daughter get raped in front of him, he was left unable to fight back, forced to take a payment of food to leave, and left to watch his wife and son be killed for voicing their protests.
Their killers, who also sanctioned the exploitation of his daughter, were men called Crusaders: Conquerers for God's Country and enforcers of their one and only constitution of the Bible. Having no direction or other place to go with the loss of his family, he found himself joining their ranks.
After putting all of himself on the battlefield for his country, he has began to rise through the ranks, placing himself up as one of the top Crusaders ever appointed. His reputation for taking the most amount of 'wives' out of all others has earned him the title of 'The Virgin Killer'; one that brings both annoyance but respect among his colleages.
Today, he stands before the spiritual leader and de facto head of God's Country, Saint Lila, who has summoned him for a specific task. Meeting in the province's capital, the St. Viksten's Catholic Church, he is greeted by the preachess, who garnered a white geneva gown with a black stole, letting her long hair flow down onto it.
"Greetings and blessings, my Crusader." Saint Lila said.
"Greetings and blessings, almighty saint. I am honored to be in your presence, but, I cannot help but say, I find it strange for the holy land to choose a Catholic church as its capitol. Don't you tell us that the Catholics lie in their perversion of the book?"
"They do, but a building is just a building. If there is one thing to admire about the Catholics, it is that they make a place of worship beautiful enough to be worthy of the lord. Any place can be turned into a house of god. To repurpose this one is as fitting as it is pragmatic."
"I see. You called me for a specific task you had in mind?"
"I did. I have heard tale of your holy work; how you have cleansed this island of many sinners and brought us more land. However, I have also heard that you would not bed your wives after having them the first time in the battlefield. Does thou only have a... taste for virgins?"
"My reasons for what I do with my wives are my own, almighty saint."
"Rumors have been told that you seek not wives in the virgins you take, but you treat them as if daughters, that you try to provide shelter for those you take as wives. Have I heard wrong?"
"'Have nothing to do with foolish, ignorant controversies; you know that they breed quarrels.' 2 Timothy 2:23."
Finding amusement in his dismissal of the claim with a Bible verse, Saint Lila gave an impressed smile.
"And you are well-read in the holy Bible as well. You are truly the right pick for my needs." Saint Lila said.
"And what needs are those, almighty saint?" Herbie asked.
"I have also heard that you previously lived in Old Hillwood before the Fall, in a place called the Sunset Arms. Is this claim correct?"
"It is."
"Then you are familiar with the place and its ins and outs?"
"Yes."
"Good. The need I have lies within the Sunset Arms. I need you to lead a group of Crusaders inside and obtain for me a person, just one person."
"And who is that?"
"Arnold Shortman."
Familiar with the specified target, Herbie Grossman raised an eyebrow.
"Arnold?" Herbie asked.
"I take it you know him. The truth about him might be a surprise for you." Saint Lila said.
"Try me... almighty saint."
"He is the Second Coming himself."
Once again, Herbie's eye stayed raised; the mind behind the confused face growning more confused than appearances showed.
"Are... Are you sure, almighty saint?" Herbie asked.
"I have been for some time. You have known him, you should not be so surprised. Did he not seem as though he had something more to him, some manner of secret?" Saint Lila asked.
"Hmm... I do remember him having some kind of secret that his parents covered up. Something about a 'night job', never specified. Never would have guessed that was it."
"He doubts himself in his destiny and doubts himself. I need him brought here. I will help him as his guide to the purpose that the lord has sent him here to do. He will lead us all to the kingdom of god and our mansions in heaven. You and your Crusaders will bring him to me."
"And what of anyone else at the Sunset Arms?"
Saint Lila paused in her reply, trapping her speech as her mind prepared its next words. In seconds of thought running faster than all time, she finally gave her reply.
"Do with them what you will." Saint Lila said.
Helga Pataki is Baise-Moi.
She has kept this secret from her fiancee, Arnold Shortman, as long as she could, but the secret is no more. Cornered from a chase across rooftops, she attempted to defend her one secret from the one person that it would affect the most and the worst, but her fighting ability paled in comparison to the Green Eye.
Having an itching need to know the identity of Baise-Moi since the first moment they met and all the altercations they shared, the Green Eye had finally received his wish . Losing her mask and wig, her face was at last revealed to the Green Eye, and he was given more than he had bargained for.
Removing his own mask, turning back to his persona of Arnold Shortman, he still could not begin to process the fact that his fiancee was the same one endangering herself and putting herself into every scenario that she had no place him, or at least as far as he believed.
After letting his head spin long enough to unwind the sanity of a lesser man, Arnold finally spoke up to Helga.
"Helga?! You're... You're Baise-Moi?!" Arnold asked.
Enraged at Arnold, Helga threw a punch to his gut, kicking him back against a wall. Bringing herself back to her feet, he voiced out her anger in full.
"You are un-fucking-believable, you know that?! You're just as dumb as you were back in middle school; the notebook, the parrot, the fake Cecile! I even use the same fake French accent, and you didn't catch it?! You've got a goddamn brick where your head should be! Don't be so surprised! Maybe you wouldn't be so oblivious if you weren't so self-centered!" Helga shouted.
Appalled and stunned at Helga's accusation, Arnold spat out from the hit, recovering himself to reply.
"I'm self-centered?! I'M SELF-CENTERED?! All this time, you were Baise-Moi, and you didn't tell me?! You were out risking your life, against Valiance and Wolfgang and god knows who else, all while you were pregnant?! With our first child?! Risking the safety of our family?! I mean, c'mon, what were you thinking?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Arnold shouted.
"I was never pregnant, you idiot!" Helga shouted.
Further shocked and confused, Arnold's rage turned in on itself, not understanding Helga's revelation.
"What?! But... the clinic, they-" Arnold asked.
"I don't know what they told you, but they told me... They told me I'm sterile. I didn't want to tell you, so I... I led you on." Helga said.
"But why?!"
"You've been fighting so long and so hard, and I knew you wanted to start a family at some point. I wanted to give you something worth fighting for. Some form of hope. And... And I wanted to believe it, too. I was keeping secrets since I was little, so I deserved to lie to myself for once."
Feeling nauseous under the unbearable truth given to him, Arnold fell to his knees, clutching at his heaving stomach as he took in the damning facts. Unable to stand the pain of not only having no child on the way, but no feasible way to have children with Helga, a small retching came to his mouth.
His nausea was fueled under the anger and frustration he felt over Helga's betrayal and the promise of a family gone; neihter of which he could bear to know, and a vile mix that settled in his heart and his stomach. Though sounds of disgust were all that settled from his mouth before, he found the strength to continue asking for further information; his mind not content with the many questions for Helga still unanswered.
"God... Helga... Why didn't you just tell me you couldn't have children? I would've still fought for you either way. I still love you." Arnold said.
"Who said I wanted to be fought for? I've been fighting for myself since I was a kid, I don't need you holding my hand anymore. And how can you say that you love me when all you do is keep me locked away like some prnicess in a castle? I've never been that girly-girl princess stay-at-home mom type, you know that. Why could you never just let me be me? You go on and on about how much you love me, but you don't love me enough to actually live my own life?" Helga asked.
"Helga... Do you have any idea what you're saying? I'm protecting you because I love you, because I don't want any harm to come to you! I had you almost die in my arms a year ago! Does that not even register to you at all?! Does the actual danger of dying not mean anything to you?!"
"Of course it does! It was the first time that I actually felt alive a little in my life!"
"'Alive'?! What are you talking about?!"
"All those years while you were hiding back in your jungle, I was in absolute hell! The only reason I didn't kill myself is because your parents were just too damn sweet to me! When you came back, all that pain didn't go away, all it did was just stave it away a little. I wanted to actually feel alive for once, and, when I felt that psycho fuckhead Curly put a gun to my back... well, that was the first time I actually felt a thrill for once! Ever since then, I've wanted to live this life with you! But you never let me in! You always just kept up your stupid 'protect my woman' crap, all from that 5-year long jungle vacation! I don't know what kind of horseshit that guy Luz or the Green Eyes gave to you, but it is not flattering in the slightest!"
"I was in pain, then, too! I was trying to become a better person again, for you! I lost everything that I knew and I needed something else! If it really changed who I am that much, then it's for the better! And all that time I was doing that 'protect my woman crap'? I was trying to make sure that you wouldn't die again, and I wouldn't lose you! Why do you hate me for that?!"
"I didn't ask you to do that, you know! Nobody is forcing you to keep up this act but you! Nobody is to blame but you for the shit you have and you do!"
"People don't ask you to love them, and nobody asks you to protect the people you love! I did it because I love and care about you! That's not some kind of moral failing, it's a human trait! When you love someone, you're supposed to be a better person for them!"
"'Better person', huh? Well, while we're on that subject, you're not the perfect little person that you think you are, and you sure as hell don't have any place trying to say that I should try to be better, too! Where the fuck do you get off trying to tell me how to run my life or manage my emotions after your little fling with Lila!"
"What was the first thing I said to you after Lila? I went straight to you and confessed and apologized! I told you everything: Why I did it, why I regretted it, and I told you that I don't love Lila anymore! You even told me not to worry about it anymore! Or did you not mean that after all?! Was it just another lie you wanted to hold above my head?! I gave you my apology, and I am sorry for it! What more do I have to do for you? I showed you that I regretted what I did!"
"I still didn't believe you! If I guy can get away with cheating once, who's to say he wouldn't do it again?"
"Is that why you were flirting with me in the costume? You were doing some kind of test on me?! Testing our relationship?!"
"You never let me into the Hillwood Heroes, who's to say you weren't fucking every single girl on there? Who's to say Rhonda didn't actually rape you? What if you just wanted a side-bitch on top of me?"
"Are you even listening to yourself, Helga?! You know for a fact that I'm not that kind of a person! Has this city really made you this crazy?!"
"You make me crazy! For the second time in my life, you duck out completely and disappear, and you just come right back and just expect everything to fall back into place like a toy you can just take out whenever you want to play with it!"
"I never expected anything when I came back the first time, Helga! I just wanted to fix the damage that I did! My parents told me how bad you got, and I blamed myself for what happened to you! I hate myself everyday for what I said to you before I ran away, I've tried to make up for that ever since! And what do I get in return for it? You trying to sabotage our relationship, trying to make me cheat on you!"
"It's the least you deserve! Truth be told, I actually wanted you to try to cheat on me again! You act like you're some kind of perfect person who has all the answers to everything, but, guess what? You don't! I wanted you to make a little mistake and know you're still actually human for once!"
"I've made plenty of mistakes, all of which I'm willing to admit, and none of which I liked making! The mistakes I make mean people die! Look around you! This whole city, everything you see destroyed, it's all beccause of my mistakes! That's why I can't afford to make any mistakes! I can't stomach and I can't afford to see anyone else suffer like this because of me!"
"Well, maybe if you make so many mistakes doing this, then you've no right to try to protect me anymore! I'll never have children, I've got no future, I've got nothing to lose if I die but you. I'm going to keep doing this with or without you, so get used to it, but don't get used to any more grab-ass moments! In fact, don't get used to me helping you, either! I want to fight on my own!"
"You aren't cut out for this, Helga. You've got the wrong attitude for this job. The mask and costume are about making sacrifices for others and helping those in need. You don't have that instinct. You're impatient, you're selfish, and you have an awful temper that makes you do bad things wihtout thinking. That's why everyone hated you back in school, and why I wasn't."
"So, what? You think that you're better than me?"
With his mind far too pushed past the point of reason, Arnold looked directly into Helga's eyes to give his reply, responding with a sharp and sincere...
"Yes." Arnold said.
The confession brought a sinking feeling into her heart, but Helga was far from letting Arnold get the better of her. Smiling and laughing at the blunt admission, she seemed to take the hit in stride, laughing it off as if the emotional bludgeon had no effect on her.
After laughing off the statement, Helga finally spoke again.
"You know something, Arnoldo? I kind of have to disagree with you on that one." Helga said.
Having no longer her truncheon to fight with, Helga reached into the back of her costume and pulled out a pair of sais, waving one at Arnold to urge him into fighting her. Standing before his fiancee, Arnold hesistated before finally crossing this line, knowing that passing such a threshold could not be undone.
"Don't do this, Helga." Arnold warned.
"I've suffered enough for you. It's time you suffered for me." Helga said.
Understanding that there was no other alternative other than to give into Helga's wish for a fight, Arnold decided to give into her desire. Keeping his watch on Helga, he reached for his staff, slowly pulling it from off his back and gripping it tightly in his hands, preparing a fighting stance.
Keeping himself at a defensive stance, Arnold dared not move against the woman he claimed to love, seeing that his actions reflected that claim and see that no harm came to her from his own hands. Helga, conversely, was itching for him to step forward with an attack, keeping her sais held tight in her hands.
Staring one another down, the eyes of each lover held in molotov cocktails of volitaile emotions in each one: Anger, serenity, betrayal, trust, malice, compassion, anxiety, certainty; all the making of a love all gone wrong and losing its very foundation, doomed to fall and crash just as the rain fell to the Earth.
Helga finally took her first steps forward in a run. The fall begins.
[Soundtrack Cue: Deftones - MX]
Running towards one another, the two lovers began charging towards the other, looking to obtain their first blood. Arnold kept his staff tight in his hands, while Helga kept her two sais in out to her front, keeping her arms ready to strike at him. Moving up towards each other, the two leapt into the air, preparing to make their first attacks in the fight, colliding as one.
Bashing their weapons against one another, the two dashed past one another in mid-air, landing back to the ground and turning to face each other again. Moving up towards Arnold, Helga threw a sai towards him, aiming to stab him with it, only to have it blocked away with his staff. She threw the other one to his stomach with the same goal, but Arnold jumped over her head, landing behind her.
Turning back to face him, threw a kick to his head and a sai to his chest, neither of which connected with its target. Throwing his own staff towards Helga, Arnold found his weapon caught in the guards of her sais, leading him to push it further down on her. The effort was met once again with Helga's defense, leading them both leading the staff back and forth over her head and back down in defense.
The fall continues.
Kicking him off and moving Arnold away, Helga moved back to the offense in swinging her sais at him to land a stab. Arnold still possessed the superior fighting skill to block the attacks away, and had no desire to hit Helga even in this fight, but it still raged on against his wishes.
Clashing with him again and again, Helga showed no signs of letting her guard nor her aggression down, making her all the harder to defeat. Throwing more slashes and stabs with her sais, she was still in no way able to feasibly land a hit into him. The fight began to appear less as an actual fight and more like an opportunity to let Helga let out her aggression.
But appearances can always be decieving. The patience of even Arnold Shortman can grow low, even for someone as close to him as Helga. Holding his staff horizontially, he pushed against her to shove her away, following by holding it in a spearlike motion and stabbing her in the stomach; each blow knocking the breath out of her body.
The fall continues.
Catching the staff in her sais, she shoved the staff away, moving in towards Arnold to land an elbow into his stomach and repeating the motion to take out all his breath. Pushing her off, Arnold threw a punch to Helga's face in retailiation, but, in keeping to his resistance to harm her, his punch fell just short of her.
Blocking away the punch, Helga returned to slashing and stabbing at Arnold, hoping that she would at last land a hit in him. Though her lover was still willing to resist against fighting her, Helga herself was nowhere near the level of restraint Arnold possessed; giving into her raw emotions without thought.
Allowing herself to blindly let out all her fury onto Arnold, she did not only damage to him and their relationship, but also damage to her own soul as well. The attacks and lashes she let out on Arnold not only tore away at the person who loved her, but her rage also tore away what good remained in her soul and what good Arnold had placed in it, allowing herself to become little more than an animal... or monster.
The fall continues.
Reaching out and grabbing Arnold by the neck, Helga pulled him in for a head-butt, keeping him close to lie continuous knee-kicks to his chest and stomach. Pushing Helga off and trying to catch his breath again, he was forced to place his concentration on deflecting away a slashing sai, leading him to being pulled back to her in a head-butt once again.
Pulling him in once again, the two kept their heads beside one another, leading Helga to continue throwing her knee to his chest and stomach. Relentlessly trying to beat him into submission, Helga refused to stop until she had met her goal of defeating him and at last claiming superiority over him.
Pushing her off once again, Arnold raised his hands up in anticipation of her next slashes, managing successfully to deflect the oncoming attacks. However, even with his anticipation of her attacks, Arnold's thin patience in the fight did not match up to her unbridled ferocity; a lifetime of anger and rage built up from neglect and misplaced love all coming out at once on one single target.
The fall continues.
Shoving her off yet again, he deflected the next few slashes, throwing up his staff to knock away the oncoming attacks. Using his trustworthy staff to block away her continued strikes, the defense of Arnold and offense of Helga both soon came to a deadlock with her catching the staff in the guards of her sais.
Planting their feet firmly into the ground, both began to push one another, giving all their strength towards one another to see who would prove superior. Arnold, the immovable object, continued to hold out for Helga's rage to come to an end. Helga, the unstoppable force, continued to hold out for Arnold's patience to come to an end.
The two lovers kept at their opposite goals, intent on ending and negating the efforts of the other. Continuing to place all their strength against one another through their weapons, the tension kept up without end in sight; all their insecurities and frustrations all building up to a singularity that would end for both.
The fall continues.
Then, Arnold's staff broke in thirds under Helga's strain; the middle section falling to the ground and the ends still in his hands. Watching his staff, a gift and tool given to him by Luz himself, be broken into pieces before his eyes, perpetrated by the woman he loved more than all; the emotion is one he could not describe nor comprehend.
The assault on his heart was not all he suffered, but also an assault on his body as he froze in place from the realization of what had become of his weapon. Having Arnold standing in place at last, Helga began madly slashing away at his body, cutting through flesh and skin to let out her rage on him.
Kicking him to the ground, Helga jumped and threw her sais forward with her, landing them both in Arnold's body. Driving one blade near his neck, her strike came close to ending all his breath completely. The other blade deep into his body, she cut through into organs and muscle, piercing very near his physical heart, but doing much more damage to his metaphysical heart.
The fall continues.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Spitting out blood from the blade pierced into his body, Arnold gave no cries of pain from the attack, but, instead, he looked straight into Helga's eyes as he felt her blade enter him. Victorious in defeating him at last, Helga gave a giddy snicker under her smile; claiming herself superior and better than Arnold at last.
As she looked into Arnold's eyes, however, she sensed an emotion in him that she never knew existed for him before, and had no need for his Spirit Master powers to sense it, either. What she saw in his eyes were a dark, cold place of pure resentment; an emotion that she feared most from this very special person:
Hate.
Realizing the damage that she had done to him both in body and spirit, Helga knew that what she did was something she should not have done, and could never undo as far as she lived. The look in his eyes is one that could not leave her mind, and one that would never cease in its punishment for her.
Slowly releasing her grip on the sais, Helga eased herself off of Arnold, standing back up as Arnold himself did much of the same. Holding her hands up in a plea for mercy, Helga's face showed a serious look of regret, but her mouth was unable to speak out the words.
Arnold knew the emotions that resided in Helga, but his own made him callous to the remorse, and his body disallowed him from feeling anything but his own pain. Grabbing onto the sai embedded in his body, he slowly pulled it out from himself, keeping his eyes locked with Helga's the entire time.
Removing the blade from his body, blood poured out from the open wound, hitting the ground and washing away with the rainwater. Taking the weapon out from his body, he released his grip upon the weapon, letting it fall to the ground. As the weapon hit the ground, the rain itself seemed to cease; its hypnotizing sound of hitting the ground no longer in the air to cleanse the emotions from their minds.
Slowly walking backwards, Helga kept her hands close to herself, cowering back like a child who had angered an authority figure and seeking out forgiveness. Continuing to look on the dark, hateful eyes that Arnold met her with, she knew that there would be no forgiveness for her actions, leading her to keep cowering away.
Small noises left from her mouth, but none that resembled a full word or even syllable. Continuing to emotionally regress into the state of a child, Helga's true nature and lack of security all showed itself, putting herself on display as a woman who, despite all her appearances at strength and maturity, was little more than still a child seeking out comfort and approval from another.
Still, she found none of it from Arnold, who only continued to hatefully stare at her with a slight show of his teeth in a scowl; the look itself continuously putting in a silent but strong discontent for the woman he was staring at. Unable to bear looking at his judging face, Helga's cowering slowly turned to attempts to walk away, eventually leading to her running away in full.
Turning her back and fleeing from Arnold, she took back to the dark covering of the night, plunging herself far into somewhere that she could be alone and away from his look once again. Running away from his face, existing in her mind even though it left her sight, she also ran from her own sorrow and rage, blaming herself for all her own state, and rightfully so.
Continuing to run, she does not dare stop nor look back on the greatest mistake of her life. She knew that this day, even long after the sun rose on it again to start a new one, it would repeat over and over without end or remorse. She keeps on running, hoping that this truth would not come to pass, but finds no peace nor shelter from the neverending regret.
Already the vile words that she spoke to him could never be unsaid or put back in her mouth, even though she knew deep down that many of the things she said were not the truth. Her next curses and harmful words are not towards anyone else now, but only said to herself, forever to go on in self-depreciation and a personal breakdown to eat away at her own soul.
The own inner turmoil makes her sick enough to vomit, in hopes that she would expunge the sickness in herself or the organs affected within her, leaving nothing but the few good pieces. Such a thought of having any good within herself now, however, was little more than an oxymoron in the conversation of her own dwindling self-worth and mental state.
Despising the very person in herself, she cursed her own upbringing, cursed her own nature, and cursed her own will and lack of strength to undo the damage that she had done to others and done to herself. She hates the fate that was bestowed upon her, blaming the life that was given to her and blaming herself more for how she chose to spend it.
Most of all, she wished she had no life in this world whatsoever, and was never born at all.
Arnold, keeping the same look of hate on his face, kept the same emotion for Helga burning deeply and fiercely in his heart. The hatred was not one fueled by something as passionate as anger, nor something as haunting as sadness, nor even something as personal as vengeance, but one that existed purely as its own unpolluted entity inside his heart.
The hatred he felt was one built upon the foundation of all the love the two had shared; all the right with the two and the wrong coming between the two, all the best times together and the joy each had shared with one another, all the pain and troubles hurting them both and all the attempts to bridge said problems, and how it all became pointless at the end of it all.
Where he once cherished the memories that were in his mind, the thoughts instead brought him a sense of discontent that poisoned the emotions brought about from them and corrupted all that they once were. The memories that once brought him love now only brought him a bitter emptiness; reminded the the person he once cared about was willing to do such damage to him in body and soul.
The fights and the struggles that he had faced in his life were always balanced with one constant; a source of comfort and warmth that had always been present for him, and always had this constant given him the path to take his mind away from his troubles and melt away his pain. Comedically, In a moment where he had needed it most, that same source of comfort is the very cause of the pain.
Unable to stand the paradoxical damnation of his soul that resulted from the event, the hatred he projected towards another human being began turning inwards to the same human being disensing out the emotion, multiplying his own sense of pain that continued to eat away at him. The pain began to rush to his head, sending many thoughts rushing in his head that attempted to sort out the dilemma.
Many thoughts were speaking out rationalizations, trying to justify himself as the correct person in the fight. Some were trying to excuse her actoins that had led up to the event, some part of him still finding a way to forgive her. But he most common of thoughts were those blaming himself for allowing such a tragedy on them both to come about, believing more could have been done on his behalf.
Perhaps the fight could have been avoided if he had simply done nothing against her; allowing her to let out her aggression freely as an object of release. Perhaps the fight could have been avoided if had not been so confrontive in their discussion; being more understanding. Perhaps the situatoin could have been avoided if he never pursued Baise-Moi, leaving himself to ignorance.
But perhaps his life would be better altogether if he had never heard of Helga Pataki at all; finding a simpler life with his family and ignorance once again granting him the bliss away from the emotional pains of romance and love. Instead, to be living for himself and no one else, having no chance for allowing his most sensitive parts of his heart to harmed; this is the preferable treatment.
Underneath all the fantasies that he could conjure up to contemplate, however, there are still many undeniable facts that always and forever outweigh the preferable thoughts in his head. The person that he once loved is gone and fleeing him with no signs of return, and the memories of love that he shared with her turrn from thoughts that give thoughts of joy to ones that brought only more hatred, amd wishing to feel nothing again.
Most of all, he wished that he never had such memories, and had never met the woman named Helga Geraldine Pataki.
They have fallen.