This is supposed to be a certainty – the one sure thing in his entire life. Yet he can't fight the same mounting apprehension he experiences when crossing into a dimension he's never visited before.

She had been forgotten, not because of beauty, but because of the ugliness inside of her heart.

Walking...just walking...

  "I still can’t forget you. Our memories still remain, So without knowing, like a habit I came here"   "I'm pretty sure that was a fatal wound..." He mumbled under his breath, as he sat up confused.