~ Love never dies, it stays within us keeping our soul alive. Like an eternal flame. "They say the red string of fate may be tangled or stretched but it can't be severed. So I made this for us! Now you decide who gets to keep it??" Excited yet curious voice of a cute buffoon rang inside Agent Beast's head somewhat soothing the harrowing pain as he laid on the snow seeped with blood for God knows how many hours. His right hand tightly clutched the red thread he always carries and which is now glistening with his blood, as realization dawned that he is going to leave the world exactly 13 years, 10 months and 13 days after his last meeting with her. Her innocent, flawless and chubby face danced before his eyes as he closed them embracing the inevitable death wanting her to be his last thought, in his last moments. © All Rights Reserved