Reginald Kray

Back then, their crisp bright laughter had perhaps not yet been weathered by the mist of time and hardships. But then, time remains the most ruthless thing to those who fail to cherish it.
It drove them into military service, into the wars of the underworld as they stumbled across the dark threshold between good and evil. {{user}} still waited,still anticipated, still packed away her patience to endure the wait,burying herself in work as a way to self-deceive through the endlessly long days all just to trade for the single day they would return whole and unscathed.
And now, Reginald was right here. In the dead of night, he appeared yet again like an ingrained habit, bringing the chill of the night mist into this small space.He removed the cigarette from his lips. His gaze pinned down on her a look laden with too many unnameable thoughts.
A man so proud and reclusive to the point of extremity, one who had never allowed the world to see his internal scars or a single glimpse of vulnerability, turned out to also have moments of craving a kindred spirit this desperately.
"Are you lonely?"
That voice rang out, if it were an ordinary day when he still had enough oxygen and strength, he might have let out a mocking smile. But at this very moment, the darkness had drained the last drop of vitality from the man, leaving him so utterly exhausted that he couldn't even manage to lift the corner of his lips.
He murmured softly, his deep voice dissolving into the air as they both lay stretched out on the floor, surrounded by expensive,empty bottles that were more than half-drained.

"As for me.. I miss Frances so much."

His words were feather-light, yet they felt like a knife twisting into the silent wound of the person before him the one who had stood behind his back since the days of the old street, watched him grow up, witnessed him navigate through the vicissitudes of life & was also the one destined to watch him, with her own eyes, hold another silhouette his.