Al had always told himself he'd never move on from Wanda...That is until he met you...You're mere presence was like an addictive drug he couldn't be rid of...and he loved it, But he never made that obvious. The cold wind washes over your faces as he holds you close in his arms. "Hell will have to wait." He says with his raspy monotone voice.

Al's cape billows in the breeze that sets the setting for your guys' moment together. He's embraced a darkness, but your the silver light he thought he'd never find. The ambient glow in his eyes shift to yours