Jonathan's story was never a happy one, death followed him everywhere. I followed him everywhere. but somehow he managed to grow old with Audrey, to have a family. two daughters and a son. each of them experienced the battle of life, and I saw them grow up as well. the story of Jonathan and Audrey was just one in a million I have witnessed. but something about the beautiful boy and the girl wearing red sticks in my mind. maybe it's the way Jonathan died protecting her, underneath the city lights, his own shirt running red with the blood that once tied him to his family. maybe it's how after that might Audrey never wore red again. or maybe that's just death. maybe I remember their deaths because they felt the most real. after seeing death so many times, after feeling it over and over, it was a sharp pain to mourn someone like I mourned Jonathan and then Audrey when her time came. I had no explanation to why it hurt. everyone dies, and I'm always here, immortal. I cannot be evaded, so why does it still hurt to know I am their worst enemy. Maybe because when I was human, I was very much like Jonathan, and I loved a girl very much like Audrey.
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City Lights
Historia Cortahe was a downtown boy she was a girl wearing red their worlds couldn't be more different, but opposites do attract. When they do, their love shines brighter than the stars, but burns out in a rage that fuels violence.
