From the Perspectives of Scarlet, Magnus, and Theodore

Angle 1

There they were: all three of them standing on the dark alleyway. Magnus looking straight on to Scarlet's deep deep void, Scarlet huffing and panting with a small smile aimed toward Magnus, and Theodore right behind her, curious and wondering.

She felt the pull that Magnus had on her. After all, it was him who urged her to break free, to destroy her walls, and exit the prison which is herself. It was because of him that she could run with no worry and anxiety that things would go wrong. She could run and never look back. She could run with her face facing forward. That afforded her a huge part of herself because now – she didn't know yet – she had herself a huge void that no normal being can fill. The least she could offer him (she thought) is her friendship, her sincerity and – in her own lifeless way – her love.

Magnus' spite has begun to overcome his curiosity over Scarlet. He can feel her energy radiating around him, hanging onto him with no desire to let go. He can't have that. He has no time and luxury to have that. From the beginning of his existence, all he ever knew was to accept hurt, to renounce all pleasure he desired, to give in with whatever's left. Moreso, to give up. He has nothing left and has no desire to obtain any.

Theodore knew Magnus and Scarlet from way before. He knows that they don't know him. He always saw the both of them passing by the place from where he sat. They were both lonely souls, as was he. But at that moment, he saw a reversal. Scarlet who was not very visible then, now seemed darker, more sinister. Beneath her oblivious smile lies a soul so damaged and scarred beyond healing. Magnus who was always casting voids on people now seemed to be lighter, as if a part of him was made of light; and it wasn't because Theodore was staring hard enough. Something about seeing Scarlet might have triggered something in Magnus' system to make him that way.

"Hello." That was Scarlet.

Magnus didn't answer. He turned his back and walked away. Theodore knew he would do that. Like Scarlet and even him, Magnus was irreparable. They all were. He too walked away back to where he came from.

"There are things I am not allowed to have. That's everything including whatever it is she wants to have or give to me." That was Magnus.

Always self-deprecating, limiting, and restricting, he returned to where he came from: a place only he knew. Because there, there was nothing he didn't deserve. It was empty and gray.

"Things should get interesting now." That was Theodore.

With the deepest void and a new shimmer that was impossible to see before, things will definitely be a lot more interesting. He sat and waited. And his stray fedora got a little bit older and gray.