Jekyll was never the same after that night. He saw Cristy everywhere: on the street, in his sleep. Everyone with soft brown hair, or had a child-like disposition reminded him of her, but he never saw another pair of blue eyes that held as much emotion as her used too. He cut off interaction with everyone. Especially Utterson for every time he looked in the dry lawyer's eyes Jekyll could see the hole left in his heart by Cristy's death, and Jekyll knew Utterson could never know the truth. "I'll never desert you." He whispered. He placed a single white rose on Cristy's grave "I promise you this 'til the day that I…" He paused. He thought he saw the rose become covered in blood. "Die" he whispered.

Thank you for reading this. please let me know if i should write a sequel. have been thinking about it.