Rogue
Friday, 29th August 1582.
Ron sat on the couch in his living room, holding a black and white photograph of him and Celine. The photo was taken back when they were still in Damascus.
As he saw the happy smiles on his and Celine's face in the photo, tears began to trickle down his face and fall on it.
He wiped the tears from it, not wanting to ruin the photo. As he stroked Celine's face in the photograph, he mumbled, "Celine…. I miss you."
His shoulders began to tremble as he started sobbing silently. Remembering all the good times that they had together, he couldn't help but cry even harder. But when he remembered her in her last days, and how she had completely gone insane, his eyes narrowed.
"My love… I'll avenge you. And then… I shall join you in the afterlife." He spat through gritted teeth. After Celine died, he had no reason to live. On many occasions, he had thought of simply ending his life.