The darkness of the room was a familiar one, there were times when he was fearful of it but now, it was something he welcomed, gratefully one might say, as he walked around his home.

That innocent act she had… annoying, completely unneeded. He wanted to destroy it and laugh at her when it was crushed to bit of pieces

'Like your heart?' he quickly pushed that thought away.

She would just buy his bull, pretending to be the toy he had ended up forcing her to be.

There was no bond, connection nor love when they kissed. He had broken it. Destroyed every part of it till there were only fragments that remained, and even then it wasn't even large enough to mend their broken relationship.

'You're secretive, she had and still has every right to know' what did his brain know? Had it ever felt such emotions as this?

The pain, the bitter hatred and envy that consumed him?

What happened to the good times?

Where did they go?

You used to never tire of her, and now you tire with just a look. A touch. A word. A kiss.

Innocence

He abhorred its existence.

You only hate it for it will always reminds you of her. And you don't know what person she is anymore.

What did his brain know? What did it know about such dreadful emotions?

I. Love. You.

When was the last time they said that to each other?

When did he last say those words to her? He wondered


He sat down on the love seat, its scarlet color reminding him greatly of how much it contrasted against his beloved fiancee's eyes.

He looked up thoughts of the past clogging his brain.

She would always sit next to him, snuggling up close, her head leaning on his shoulder, tranquility dominating every single one of her features. She would stare into his cerulean eyes, she use to say they were beautiful, mesmerizing, captivating.

Now she didn't- no, refused to acknowledge his presence unless he was feeding her lies that he would force her to listen too every now and then.

They hadn't had a decent or proper conversation in months, he realized.

'Isn't it just like her to drive me mad with sorrow every time?' he smiled sadly to himself as he began to question the emptiness of his home.

He bit his bottom lip, blood making an entrance from the sudden impact.

Didn't I love you? Didn't you love me? What happened to us?

He ran his fingers through his messy hair before inquiring no one in particular with his unanswered question.

"Did she loathe me so much that she cursed herself as well?"

She sins

Like you

And sins

Because of you

Because of him.

It was his fault was it not?

Kind! Innocent! Caring! Wasn't that you?! The savior; the saint? What happened to that at least tell me that!

He was completely still for several moments the clock ticking away mercilessly reminding him of how short human lives were, before chuckling like they sociopath he would always be.

Until it hit him, hard,

'I don't deserve her'

So he cheats hoping one way or another that it would help mend his broken heart.

He took of the ring the moment he heard Alice come in

He walks to her and hugs her, engulfing her in his scent. She smiles cheekily at him before kissing back.

There was absolutely no feelings as he held her, touched her, loved her.

He could only picture them. Every. Time. In all his waking hours and even in his sleep, the woman he loved would always find a way to worm herself into his mind and find ways to make him cry out in despair.

'She knows, she probably does. You know her, you grew up with her, she isn't blind nor is she stupid. She knows well, too well' he nearly gagged at the thought as his hands trailed over the girl's body. Throwing her roughly on the loveseat.

'Grisia….' He could only picture her as the woman's brown eyes closed, her hand feeling every part of his torso underneath his shirt.

This, he thought, was beneficial, in a way, a light in the darkness that consumed it, carresed it and loved it unconditionally.

He had fallen and he knew that somewhere, far away from here that she was falling too

'Even though she was the light it self for you?'

'If you loved her then why, why are you doing this?'

Ha, Leseus would murder him if he knew, if any of them knew. He was completely and utterly sure they'd all kill him, even Georgeo who had the worst relationship out of the bunch with Grisia

Sighing to himself he let it all go, he knew he was falling but he could no longer care, the pain in his heart was so much stronger


... I don't even want to remember what made me do this...

should i do one for Grisia And do her side of the story?..

review?