He loved her. Micheal loved her with all of his heart. She was his life. His ecstasy. His insanity. His only true barrier between the world and the blade in his hand, that was capable of absolutely anything at that point.
All he wanted was her warm embrace. All she wanted was a heart to beat bloody and raw until she could get anything. Even a murder boy.
Micheal killed his brother and best friend for that red haired women.
Pounding on the door arose, and sirens were in the distance. He knew who they were there for, and he showed absolute serenity when they put cold hard steel on his wrists. He was ready for his sins to be corrected. In his head, it was all worth it.
Day by day in his cell he never forgot her. He thought of her nose, her lips, her hair, her words.
He loved her.
