It was inevitable.

Two different sides of a coin.

You and me.

We knew each other so well.

It was weird, I could smell your scent. That sort of woodsy-flowery scent that made you instantly recognizable to me. Yet, it was being consumed by the smell of blood. The clashing of swords, men and women alike screaming and frantically yelling for their kids, and the pouring rain made it so hard to find ...