"See you soon, Azreal" Hayden told the black haired boy. Hayden kissed his fiance and walked out the door. Oh how different things were all those months ago. He was now holding a gun to his own head on his lovers grave. Azreal just couldn't believe Hayden had died on their wedding day. He knew that there were people that wanted them dead, but to kill someone who's name quite literally ment life was just cruel. Hayden had been shot in the head. Just the same thing Azreal was about to do. So here they lay in the same grave.
