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He takes his gun out and walks away from his apartment. Into the streets of darkness. When the moment arrives that he can't even see his own hands he stops. There is a light coming towards him. The light of a lantern. Behind the lantern, there is a woman. The woman gives him the lantern and vanishes into the darkness. So the guy keeps walking with his gun in his right hand and the lantern in his left hand. As he walks he suddenly notices he isn't in the city he lived in.
The people he pass ignore him, their eyes dancing away from his gaze. No, they dart towards the shadows, anywhere his light isn't. They shy away from him, his very presence weighing down upon them, just as his burden bears down on his own shoulders. The lantern in his hand, the only light in this forgotten city of emotions and abandoned memories, where the trains of thought never ran on time and sometimes never arrive, was all he had to see the way.

And so he blew it out.

He felt the tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blood pouring from his skull, he had found his purpose, and they killed her, after years of searching he found the ones responsible and took his revenge. Walking away from the dreadful deed, he remembered how much he loved her, and how he was never strong enough; until now he'd been a passenger in life.

As the crimson tears fell onto the snow; the mortal wound about to relieve him of his life, he was ready to see her again.

she wasn't ready for him, she kissed him, "Live!" is the only thing she said to him as she disappeared again and her touch nothing more than a memory now for the weeping man who had not known love, who had only been one of life's shadows, content being in the fringes until now, he had hope again...
And so the man had risen from the ground, with no emotion he continued his journey, let it be with blood and tears, he didn't quit, he walked into the darkness until he saw nothing, nothing but yet another light, so he ran, he ran towards it as it seemed that he will never reach it, it was her...her face lit up the sky, the man stood there for hours while his memories started hunting him yet again, he turned away from her shining face and walked on...
And walked until his feet could bear no more. Chimerically dazed unaware as to what was passing by. His life. The girl of his dreams who now felt like the women of his night terrors. Teasing and playing with his emotions in the midst of the dark. Fading movements around him, noises of the unseen, and the light of the unforgotten. Clenching his fists in frustration, determined to stand tall once again. Hope is all the disgruntled and beaten up man has left. He will continue on until he is awoken.
His eyes slowly awoke, a blurring light in front of him. As he focused he saw it now, a light, that brought forth a glum atmosphere. His tired gaze tilted with his head and saw everything now. A picture, a frame of him and his love, hand in hand and walking towards the horizon He gave a weak smile then looked up from his bed, a constant beeping noise, that kept track of his heart. His vision blurred again he heard it slow, until a constant beep was heard, a smile on his face his final breath...
He opens his eyes. Where am I, he says. He sees something that he thought was never possible. He sees a clear, beautiful glimmer right before him. It was her. The love of his life, right before his eyes. They take each other's hand and begin walking forward. They reach a city, this time a city of light - a city so gorgeous. He sees people gazing, gazing in amazement at such beauty. Their gazes dare not dance away. After all, this is where he belonged. He never truly died, the glimmer is eternal.

PROLOGUE
 
    A man opened his drawer and took out a gun. Put on a suit and went outside. He was heading east towards the Church. As he walked he received a message. He opened his phone and read the message "today is your last day". He threw the phone in the sea nearby. As he was nearing the Church he saw people crossing by. He blinked and ran inside. Inside he whipped out his gun and shot the statue of Jesus.
30 feet away a cop heard bullets being fired. He ran towards the church. Meanwhile the man took the gun, put it under his neck and shot himself. By the time the cop arrived it was over.. and on the statue with bullet holes there was an upside-down cross.
Not long after the church blew up.

Detectives came to the scene, but found 0 evidence. Everything blew up. They had no clues. It was perfect. They inspected the people around the church at the time and they described the man as a tall 5 foot person with a suit and a black hat. None of them saw his face. He looked like a normal businessman.