It wasn’t until I saw him again that I knew what had become of me.
He was dressed in mourning black, and like me, he hands were blood red. I saw him with his next prey, a cute little girl with her heart still intact. I felt for her as I saw her dreams float in the air. I felt for her as I watched her make her death bed right before my eyes.
And as I chose to watch instead of rescue her, I felt a change inside of me.
The dark place that had become my heart melted into a milky puddle and was swallowed by a black hole. That night he took two lives, two hearts, and two souls. That night I ceased to be.