The haze of a full moon has brought dew to the cold ground. With the stars shimmering through each cloud an array of light gleams upon a concrete stone. He's knelt down upon one knee with a hand placed upon the top of a man's name.

As calm as a baby's 'sigh' in the night, Kole Chambers places a golden rosery upon the cemented vace.

I would have told you "I love you" if we hadn't been saying goodbye. With the end always a breath away, it never seemed real to me. Like the vapors that disappear before my eyes you're gone and there's a ghost lurking within my mind.

I wanted you to know me, to make sense of a heart gone wrong. I wanted you to need me like I needed you and to wash away my sins of thought and greed. You were too perfect to grasp and too wonderful to touch but now that you're gone all I have are the memories I'm told of.

It's only now that you haunt me on quiet, lonely nights when the wind carries your name into my ears leaving me adrift in a sea of regret. I can't face who I am, for who I am, was who I was not raised to be and I can't face her knowing who I've become. How do I face the one who raised me, smile at her now, knowing what she had kept from me?

The sudden whiping of an eye drove him from his stance. Kole stood firmly for seconds before pacing around the stone and facing it once again.

I know now, I will never get the chance to know who you were, nor know what you were like. My only way to know you at all, is through her. What will she do when she finds out, or dare I ever tell her.

She sees something in me, something I have not released since my fath... there a quick pause, the man who raised me, was murdered before my eyes. She tells me to use it to my advantage, to earn respect. I don't care about respect. I don't care if they fear me or not, the only thing I do care about is making humanity suffer for the pain they've caused me and making a son that you would be proud to have.

The scene slowly fades to a pair of sheered legs, a curvasious waistline covered in black leather, and the upper portion of a gorgous blonde female standing in the distant glaring on at Chambers as she mumbles utterly to herself.

What is he doing at my father's grave.

TBC......