The once lit up and beautiful dollhouse now lay in a complete disaster. Broken glasses and windows, walls cracked, blood everywhere- complete and utter chaos. The dolls lay on the floor, broken and mutilated. Heisenberg took a deep breath in, observing the scene around him. It was dark, with a little bit of sunlight seeping through, giving the destroyed home a more gloomy aura.

It was funny how he never expected Donna's home to be a place where he would visit very often, and soon, stay over at nights. He thought that her home would be like a dark, creepy Mansion with spider webs and coffins and mutilated corpses with their human parts replaced with wooden pieces. But instead, it was the most comfortable place he had ever been in. Cosy, lit up, clean, spacious and the smell of freshly baked cookies. But right now, her home looked like what he had first imagined it to be like. Creepy, broken and dark.

His footsteps creaked through the wooden floor. A small wry smile curled on his lips. Donna's creaking floor tiles...He'd always tell the woman to get them fixed. It was easy to hear the sounds of his heavy footsteps, but with the creaking floors? It was even more difficult for Heisenberg to tip-toe through her house. wanted to surprise her or spook her even! But her reply would always be: "Startling is my job." And it would be followed by her laugh, her voice as sweet as honey. He never told her that, but he'd always keep it in his heart.

She probably knew how much he loved her voice. Donna was usually a reserved and quiet person. But with him, she would talk about almost anything! And he loved to listen to her talk. Her expressions, modulations and gestures- oh how he adored them!

The steps- broken and cracked. Heisenberg had to be extremely careful while climbing up the stairs. He almost fell when the wood below suddenly snapped and broke off. On his right was Donna's picture with her ugly doll, Angie. He never understood why she loved Angie so much- even as to sleeping with it! Hell, there were days when Heisenberg almost died of fright at Angie's face close to his when he woke up.

/"Don't call her ugly, Karl. She is my sister!" Donna playfully scolded Heisenberg. He rolled his eyes and suddenly scooped her up, startling the girl and making her giggle as she held him tightly. She arched her neck back, letting her hair flow down, looking at him with happiness and delight. She was full of life when he was with her. He cherished every single moment they had together. /

She always loved being held by Heisenberg- in any way. But she needed that physical contact at all times. It could be something as simple as hand-holding or fingers brushing past her. Or it could be something as intense as making love to her. She needed him, and he needed her. Her little pecks on his cheek whenever he was low or cupping his face to get a better look into his eyes...

/"Your eyes, Karl." She whispered in awe, looking deep into them, losing herself in his greenish-blue orbs. "They're like the ocean! Wild and untamed!" She caressed his face, still lost in his eyes. To her, he was a masterpiece, and she always showed him how wonderful he really was. And he was grateful for that. That there was someone in the world who didn't look at him like a tool or a freak but treated and loved him like a living being. A being with a soul and emotions... /

Heisenberg gently traced Donna's face in the picture. She was always so mysterious. So many secrets locked up behind her dark, mesmerising eyes. He would unveil her little by little, dwelling deeper into her heart. His hands reached the right side of her face, where she had the scar...the cyst that grew in the scar worsened by the cadou. To her, it was her curse, a grotesque ugliness that she wished she didn't possess. She had lived with her scar her entire life. Taunted, tormented and despised for it. To others, it might have been her ugliest physical flaw. Still, to Heisenberg, that was what made her the perfect living embodiment of beauty...And she was never aware of the kind of power her unusual magnetic charm had. Only if she knew.

/There, she lay on her bed, naked and vulnerable. Her body, red and sweaty from their prior exertion, lay tiredly, right next to him. She looked so small and dainty. Her soft and delicate skin was a complete contrast to his rough and calloused ones. He looked at her, her entire left side covered by her hair. She would consciously try to pull more strands of hair towards it, trying to hide it more. Her eyes dared to make contact with Heisenberg until a gentle smile softened his gaze. He reached out to her, pushing her hair away from the scar, staring at it endearingly. He gently touched the damaged skin of her scar, making the girl shudder lightly. No one had ever touched her there. But he...He touched, not just touched, but adored it. It was haunting how they both never spoke during this little moment, yet they knew what each other conveyed. Not a single word uttered. As if wordlessly responding to his inner thoughts, she placed her hand over his, a smile gracing her soft features.../

As he reached the top of the stairs, he looked around. Droplets of blood...not just Donna's but Ethan's too. He slowly followed the trail as her scent filled his nose, getting stronger slowly. He knew what lay ahead in that room. He knew what happened to her. Yet, the thought of her...Heisenberg shook his thoughts away, rushing towards the room, despite the pit in his stomach and his rapidly thudding heartbeat. And an inner voice telling him to turn away.

On the floor was the dead Donna Beneviento, covered in blood. His Donna Beneviento. She was stabbed multiple times, evident from the spliced open skin and the bloodied scissor blades.

Heisenberg crouched down, his fingertips brushing over her skin. It was the same...Her cold skin and his warm skin. Her as cold as ice, his warm as the sun. Her eyes, dimmed and lifeless, stared at the ceiling above and her mouth was slightly open. Picking up her body carefully, as if she was made of glass, Heisenberg brought her closer to his chest, caressing her face and hair. He pushed the stray wisps of her hair away from her face, landing a soft lingering peck on her forehead. Burying his face in her silky dark hair that smelt of gooseberries, he breathed in her scent. The once fluttering of his heart was now replaced with the shattering of his heart.

He placed his hands above her eyes, gently shutting them. Teardrops rolled down his cheeks as he stared at Donna's lifeless corpse. He pulled her closer again, sniffling a little, before breaking down completely. His cries echoed through the walls of the empty dollhouse. He cradled her body, his face buried in the crook of her neck. She was gone, forever. He lost the one person who made him feel whole, the one person to whom his heart belonged forever. Donna Beneviento.