Third Person
Paris, France: Paris Police Department
7:00 P.M.
He was inside of a new jail. They decided to put him in an older and rustier cell where he'll get tetanus on his blood by just breathing the air. He didn't ask to call anybody, yet. By now, he was more than certain that even Raine was scared and grossed out by him. It was the only reason why she hasn't visited him. After a few hours of being in jail, they had already proven that he killed his own therapist. Amanda Porscha's body was so mutilated that they couldn't identify her time of death. Additionally, her body was burned so there is less evidence than expected. They just assumed her time of death was the exact time left her room.
In his situation, Saccharide was already considering reincarnating into another life. Besides, he has 4 more lives to use to restart a better life. But then again, an image of Raine always appears and makes him cherish his body. Staring down at a blank paper he asked from the guard assigned to his cell, he muttered the lyrics of the song he heard from the radio.
"All I need is a little love in my life."
An officer approached his cell, holding a key. The other prisoners poked out their heads on the slits as they listened to the boy humming the first melody.
"All I need is a little love in the dark."
Dark. It was like her smooth hair that tickles his chest whenever she put her head to hear his heartbeat.
"A little, but I'm hoping it might kick start —Me and my broken heart"
He was paying for all the scars he gave to his beloved maiden. Even if it was an offer, he shouldn't have taken the test sent by the heavens. One thing was certain - he didn't pass.
"I need a little loving tonight"
Facing his back on the people watching him from his cell, he crumpled the piece of paper with his right hand while the other held the sharpened pencil, still frazzled and confused on what to write for the one girl he loved during his 16th existence.
"Hold me so I'm not falling apart"
He lacked the intimate action to execute and the words to utter whenever the topic is about the angel named, "Raine Aksenov..."
"A little, but I'm hoping it might kick start- Me and my broken heart"
Maybe that's the reason why he made complete the poem on the first day they met. It was the only poem Saccharide couldn't complete, he can't find the perfect words to fit the girl.
"Shotgun!- Aimed at my heart, you got one."
Perfect is an understatement. Angelic is common. And heavenly isn't sufficient.
"Tear me apart in this song. How do we call this love?"
People don't consider his ways a form of love. He was the son of the infamous general anyway. In the early stages of training, it was called 'Initiation'. She passed every last bit of it.
"One time tell me you need me tonight
To make it easy, you lie
And say it's all for love"
She lies and always tells him, "It doesn't hurt. When I'm with you, the pain disappears."
"It seems like we've been losing control
So bad it don't mean I'm not alone"
This part of his life was already ruined. Maybe, the angels sent Zephyr to tell him that it was time to use his remaining chances.
"When I say-"
This also happened when he was still the playboy named, "Haze Anthony." The heavens sent someone to make him realize he needed to use another life.
"It's just me"
In the next life, everything will be alright. For both of them.
"It's just me"
Raine deserves someone else better.
"It's just me"
He'll give up Saccharide's body—
"Me and my broken heart"
But never Raine's love. He wants to know if he really loves her. Not because he's Saccharide, but because she's his love.
"That was great, Heinz," the officer cooed while the others laugh, "But I'm afraid you have to sing again in front of your visitor..."
Saccharide looked up and put the pencil down. As he stood from the floor, blood dripped from his wrist. The sharp led in the pencil was covered with the crimson essence as well. He was close to killing another human being. Thankfully, his visitor stopped him from committing the same murder he did to his past lives. Bewildered, Saccharide wished he pushed the pencil deeper upon seeing his visitor.
"My liege..."
'Blonde-haired bastard!' he thought before sitting down for a nice conversation.