Jean-Paul hated waxing poetic about his own emotions and yet the words that fell from his lips resonated from both he and Azrael. They were truth and yet another lie he told to himself.

“The worst part of love is not the fall into it it’s the crash to the bottom as you fall from the highs it brought you to because you lost the love you once had.”

The words filled the silence though almost swallowed by the sounds of the city around them. Honking horns, police sirens, screaming and crying, gunshots, the sounds of a city born from darkness. A city he longed to be a light in.