In the darkness she waits, sitting and staring at the wall, the wall painted in the darkest red, no one has ever seen her yet they all know of her existence.

Her grace is that of an angel but with the will of a devil, evil burns inside her like a raging fire that cant be extinguished. So silently she waits, waiting for the right moment.

In the light he waits, sitting and staring at the wall, the wall painted in the brightest blue, everyone has seen him yet she doesn't know of his existence.

His grace is that of a devil but with the will of an angel, good flows through him like a raging river with no end, so silently he waits, waiting for the right moment.

The light of day burns her, scares her of what it may bring, she hopes and wishes of not being afraid of them and their cruelty.

The dead of night does not scare him, it thrills him, fills him with the feelings of hurt the only one who would understand, upon her door he waits, waiting for the right moment.

Shuffling footsteps turn her to her door, wondering who or what is coming for her she opens it quickly.

He sees her, for who she is and not by her scars, he sees her pain and frustration and he stands before her.

She sees him, for who he is and not by his achievements, she sees his suffering in defeat and she stand before him.

One broken heart heals the other, now and for eternity.