It was late in the evening when Lane entered her flat. It was cold, rainy, October night full of mysteries. Lane was sitting near to the window looking in a distance. Her thoughts were dark, suppressed with anxiety while she was sipping her red wine into the glass. I was looking at her from the distance fearing this might be our end. I loved this world, but she - she was broken. Her frozen posture and evil smile made me feel frightened. Her dark thoughts were entering her veins and the darkness was taking over her soul. Her eyes, once golden, were reflecting the colour of the wine while she was taking her last sip. She looked as an evil queen ready to transform into a monster. Her thoughts were tearing her apart, enabling the darkness to wind
