These... These were the feelings she had been missing. The ones that filled the void that was her very self.
Elation, excitement, this arousing feeling.
They were like none other.
You'll regret it in the morning, though.
No! Even if the world round her came crashing down at this very moment, she wouldn't regret it.
Darkness. Darkness was what she entailed: it was her life, her sense of self, it was something that enshrouded her mind and refused to leave her alone.
At one point, she hadn't minded the darkness - it was a part of her after all, but after the incident that ended it all, she was petrified.
Afraid of what she was, of what she could be and of the very ghoul that set her heart ablaze.
Uta wasn't exactly the light that swept away the dark. However, he was the one who made her feel as though who she was, was exactly who she should be.
Even if other people expect it from her.
He's the same. They are all the same. Your father, him and even you.
Lies! They're not the same. Uta may have ruined everything that was dear to her, but he wasn't the same as her father. She wouldn't accept it!
Even if she was afraid of the darkness, it was exactly what she needed.
{{At present}}
At this moment of time, Lena was still on her ghouly rampage, and the sultry smile still stuck to her lips, drooling the name of the man she loved.
Uta.
Uta tried to not let the smirk that threatened to escape onto his face... escape.
How long had he wanted to see this? How long had he wanted his beloved to be who she used to be? How long had he wanted her to be so much more than that?
Longing. Forever longing.
His blood boiled beneath the surface and he hid it behind that handsome, stoic mask of his, as he casually strolled other to where Lena stood.
Lena looked up at the male who towered over and he looked back at her.
Their gazes locked and the heat in both of their hearts were once again set ablaze.