We find the one for us, but tragedies and bad decisions break us apart. Were we ever good for one another? I asked myself. Closing my eyes, I reminisce about his face and the way he thrives to make me happy. It takes a dark turn and I find myself in an abyss. His, not mine. I escaped. The two faces looked back happily at me, bright eyes caressing my palms as they touched my face. They gave me strength, but he does not know. What happens when he does? We always protect what is ours, what happens when ours turn into the devil and hunts us for what was his as well? What will I do then? Hope this brings the heat and mystery to everyone who reads it. All loved.