Prologue:
In a dim room, lit by the lone dying flames of the fireplace, lay an empty silver photo-frame, shattered. A few feet away, the photograph that had once inhabited the frame burned in a fiery blaze. Two smiling faces, one that of a boy and the other of a girl standing hand in hand, contorted and burned in the heat. Their happiness, their friendship, and their love smoldered in that fire, burning to ashes as a lone man sat in the corner of the room and watched the destruction with satisfaction.
As the last of the picture was consumed by the voracious fire, the man stood and walked arrogantly towards what used to be a memory. Never again would he be haunted by her innocent smile. Never again would he remember the beautiful orbs of color that her eyes were, the windows to her soul, expressing her emotions with greater ease than words could. The cold man felt satisfied, knowing he had obliterated her from his life a long time ago, and now also her memories. Yet, his emotions betrayed him as hot tears trickled down his masculine face, stripping him of his shield, his facade, making him vulnerable again after so many years.
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