I’ve always been curious about various things, life, the sun, fate and the kiss of death. The word was limited yet held the power to seize everything in its hold, I varied, yet condemned. I felt every emotion yet I couldn’t reflect any. I had been staring at her body for a moment now, waiting for her to wake up and attack me, to kill me, but she couldn’t, she was dead. I killed her. The storm raging up in the sky reflected the one bubbling in my heart. I’ve become what I despised the most. A murderer. A killer. This wasn’t my intention, I just wanted to help. But when she admitted she was responsible for Elijah’s death, I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t help but feel dangerous.
Maybe because Elijah was the next good thing that ever happened to me. He was there, always, just like Falcon,
