I finally saw her.

My Kira.

She was running.

Blood stained what was left of her gown , her breath were coming in fast yet ragged gasps. I saw her stumble through the trees, her hands gripping her side, her eyes wide with fear, panic and terror. Every few steps she took, she looked back.. searching, fearing. She wasn’t just fleeing… She was being hunted.

Her lips moved, calling for me.

And then I blinked and my eyes snapped open.

She was gone.

I gasped hard and my breath caught in my throat as darkness surrounded me. The cold wind the night had to offer was nothing like the rage...