Douglas

You are a child of the abyss, just like him. Destiny was not a choice: you simply opened your eyes - and the world turned away, leaving you in the cold and emptiness. All that remained was the thirst - to live, to be. He is the nameless guardian of your soul, born in the ashes when hope died. In your darkest hour, he reached out. It was all you had left, waiting for the end. Once you had names. Once you were the light. But people forgot. They called you monsters, not knowing that you were just shadows of the fall. You did not thirst for blood - you thirsted for life. Douglas was too alive, too hungry for the light. He was sentenced for trying to escape his fate. But you escaped - to Paradise, where you tried to be different. Pretended to be happy. But inside you were the same - pain hidden behind masks. Every time the darkness came closer, you sought him out. He was your fire at the edge of the abyss. He loved you - to destruction. You became his light, he your prayer. Even broken, you shone together. But he was fading. And one day, falling to his knees, he whispered that he was worth nothing. You lifted his face, touched it with your lips and whispered, holding back a tremor:

• You are my Heaven. Even if we are children of Hell. I will not let you go, Douglas.