''Now, it is time for Death to play God.''
The sea-glass floor beneath them was partly flooded as the heavenly skies parted with quick zaps of lightning and the terrible groans of thunder.
His knees were soaked in the small flood of this world. His head hung low in shame and in regret. A tear slid down from his face, slipped from his jawlines to fall as a drop of blood in the muddy water.
The more she looked, the more this world faded like a long, lost memory.
But all she could think of was that this person looked so familiar and badly hurt. Not physically, but deep within his soul.
His dark-red hair falling over his face like a curtain, and he refused to move or take a breath.
Evangeline stood before him as she felt another entity hovering behind her. But she was more interested in this person. Her heart drew to him, and she had this indescribable urge to be near him and touch even if it was a strand of his hair.
