Chapter 53 - Rupture

A quiet, breezy thursday evening, the streets and many alleyways of Saint Christopher stood quietly, as if life had never came and tainted the seaside town. Only two lonely figures walked through the void, not hand in hand but rather, arms to their sides or in pockets. There were just black figures, two lifeless people retreating back to their cold home that neither provided warmth nor security. A home that they spent time to cultivate strong emotional resonance, however now, slowly succumbed to the harboring of shrouded hatred. Akin to a cancer cell, it went unnoticed at first but steadily began to maim and kill the vital functions of the relationship. Eventually, the worst came, the death of their home.