Crimson. All around you, all you could see was pools and stains of pure ruby red. And especially on the purple masked softshell kneeling at your feet, your trembling hand resting on the back of his neck, tangled in the knot that holds his mask up. Laying among the ground in front of you was a city on fire and bodies collapsed onto the ground. How did this happen? You think, glancing down to your husband who had been on his knees before you, not even looking up at you after what he's done. Then he does. He tilts his head up, the edge of his face stained with blood splatter, the smell of smoke in the air and screams faint in your ears, and his eyes, his beautiful eyes.. eyes that have flames glowing in those pupils that meet yours, eyes that plead for forgiveness and love at the same time, but you know well that he doesn't care what your choice would be..

“I let the world burn” “I let it burn for you"