In a small and silent house,
Flora sat feeling forgotten and alone.
She did not want to go out with friends,
she simply wanted to mourn at home.

A talkative young woman,
or so some would say.
Her presence mended all hearts,
she would beautify every dismal day.

But all of this was just a mask,
just an old facade that would one day fall,
when her limits are exceeded,
when she would isolate herself from them all.

She kept talking,
for she was full of regret.
She kept talking,
for she could never forget.

Constantine looked to skies of the wretched world he was doomed to roam, the world of the dead. He did not know what to think and he did not know what to do. A part of him was glad it was over, and a part of him was unable to accept the fact that it was over. But it was indeed over, and there was really no coming back. He knew that, so he decided the only thing he could do what he had always done - explore.

As he explored, he thought of his former life. He kept asking himself questions, questions he could not answer: Had he spent his life in the best possible way? Had there been something more he could have done? It didn’t matter now, he was dead and everyone knows that you do not simply come back to life. However the fact that he could not accept was that he was doomed to roam this new world alone, without anyone to talk to, without anyone to love.

Walking through the gloomy woods, Constantine saw a pale, but visible light in the distance. Immediately, thoughts began to flash into his mind: What if it this was the exit? What if he could get a second chance? He started running toward the light, thinking that there may still be hope for him. When he finally reached the light, he saw that it came from a little red candle on the ground. As he put his hands around the candle, he experienced a flow emotions he had not felt in a very long time - warmth, comfort and...love.

Behind a lonely tree, a young woman emerged from the shadows. At the sight of her beauty, Constantine stood up, trembling. He could not move and he could not think, she had crippled him. There was something about her, something reminiscent of his old life. Questions popped into his head and he began to feel even more puzzled: Was it her soft brown hair? Was it her ocean blue eyes? Had he met her before?

Despite being unsure of her connection to his old life, he was sure of one thing - he loved her. He could not remember the last time he felt such a powerful emotion. Then, her name along with the memories of her came to him as simple worlds: Emily. Love. Overwhelmed. Desire. He stopped, pushing away the final words. His mind did not want to remember, he did not want to remember.

The girl gently took the candle from the ground and held it in her hands. She whispered two words to him: Come closer. He had waited for this. He moved forward, coming as close to her as he could without touching her. The girl blushed. She whispered one final word to him: Goodbye. Taking a deep breath, she blew the candle, leaving him alone in the darkness once more.

In a moment of tears, Constantine was able to remember and relive the final world of his memories: Denial. Heartbreak.

An eternal spectator sits on the branch,
closely watching your every move.
Its eyes sparkle in the night,
as it looks deep into your soul.

An eternal hunter searches,
to catch the vermin dwelling your home.
An innocent little pet to love,
as you like to say so.

An eternal companion rests,
as you give him comfort in your home.
But he still knows,
that you can only die alone.

An eternal deceiver slithers,
roaming the wilderness without fear.
It is going in circles impatiently,
waiting for you to come near.