He wasn't supposed to see her. She wasn't supposed to be there that day, yet she was. As if an unnatural force was pulling him towards her. She became his obsession. His want. His need. He wasn't worthy of her. That he knew. A man like him couldn't ever have a woman like her. He was a sinner. He was a killer. Yet what sin isn't committed without temptation and she became his temptation. He knew he'd tear the world apart just to have her. To just see her. To hold her and that's what he did. He destroyed everything just to have her. Even if he destroyed himself in the process.