; glory and gore [1]

T W E N T Y - N I N E ; MOON

________I can feel all the things you've ever felt before...

Most keepsakes revive cherished moments spent with love ones and agreeable emotions crashing upon a gentle heart.

The very first time you've seen that special person, unaware that they were all along your soulmate.

Sleepless nights' talks and secrets, validating a precious and unbreakable bond based on trust, mutual respect and eternal love.

A furtive moment in which you can finally look down and realize you've just climbed the highest mountain ever put on your path, battling through thick and thin and ultimately falling on your knees, exhausted yet standing on the top of the world.

And there are the ones that are so painful that the slightest scrap of memory is enough to wreck your heart instantly, mercilessly offering you the remains of it still beating - you don't live anymore, you simply barely survive.

Those you would have never even thought you'd witness, countless warnings not able to make you doubt of your certainty regarding that one person.

That one person who found you half dead in the middle of the war and tried his best to fix you, to put together the missing pieces.

He would have given his own existence in hopes to rekindle the slightest of light inside of the endless shadows you're walking through. His words were so pure that they could momentarily blind the world of darkness you've been trapped in for so long.

But in the end, you're the one who broke down the only person capable of saving you, of offering you the salvation you're craving.

Sasha's gaze is glued to the macabre scene repeating over and over, as if she's attempting to punish herself for causing the fall of such an immaculate entity.

Lonely inside of her hotel room she can feel all the blood staining her hand and for the very first time, it scares her. It's frightening her to comprehend the extent of her power, to realize that she's able to corrupt about any purity walking upon this devious earth.

"I never wanted all of this." She mutters to herself, her culpability killing her slowly as Zayn's sorrowful expression replays inside of her brain.

"Neither did I. But even you have to admit that I was right on him." An unpleasant and way too familiar voice breaks the unbearable and oppressive silence, positioning himself on the bed beside Banks.

Rollins clasps his hands together, glazed eyes and heavy breath demonstrating of his need to get the entire event out of his system as well as the others. From what he gathered both Emma and Kevin deserted the hotel together, the blonde one tiressly screaming at the furious Canadian to calm down.

Therefore Sasha found herself all alone, her lifetime regrets as sole companions.

"I can't believe he could do that to me." She whispers, the entire situation still hard to process for her poor heart.