I'm really sorry there hasn't been a chapter in so long! It seems everything really is getting hectic. Trying to get an apprentice is hard these days. Anyway, I'm really not that happy with this chapter, seems too sad to handle. My writers block is getting worse, so if you want to hear something in this story, then write it in a review. :)
Dante looked at Trish with his cold, frosty eyes. The woman he once desired to love, to hold, had all left his heart when she cracked, her emotions spilled from every pore, like opium dripping to the ground, filling the room.
Dante couldn't handle it anymore. He tilted his head and smiled at her; the steel heart he tried to hold melted and showed the gooey inside, beating heavily in the silence.
Her long platinum hair glowing. Her blue eyes shimmering with beauty. She closed the distance between them with one step; the sweet scent of perfume filled his nostrils. Their lips almost touched but Dante put one finger to her forehead.
"This won't work."
The small smile she once held dropped. The beauty to her eyes went cold. She was no longer beautiful, she was eerie.
"You always were blind to beauty."
She flicked her hair and walked out the door slamming it shut.
He sighed deeply, falling to the ground as the poison filling the room began to leave the hallway. He stroked a hand through his hair and looked up. The blank ceiling seemed appealing.
"Nero, we've got work to do, get in the car."
Dante stood and slipped on a black shirt and his red leather jacket.
Nero popped his head out from behind the door and looked at Dante. His face void of all emotion.
He watched his back walk out the door, it depressed him.