When Dane awoke, he woke to soft cheery singing spilling into his ears like fine silk. A woman hadn't graced his presence in weeks. Until now, that is. He made it a point to cut off every single person that knew him, spoke to him, and heard of him. To them, he was dead. To him, he was also dead.
Only an empty shell operating on means to exact revenge.
Emotions like compassion left him the moment when those dear to him ceased to exist. Yet when he peered through the security cameras and found someone battling their will to live, he found a lingering spark of compassion that resembled a man he used to know. Compassion which drove him to a moment of weakness and presumably, a lifetime of regret.
The recollection of her in her wedding gown, broken and sullied beyond repair flooded Dane's memories.
