Our Past

The past flashed through his mind. Dante recalled what had happened after she was gone. Those were his darkest moments. It felt as if he had fallen into a dark pit. He had fallen into the abyss with no way to get back out. 

If not for the glimmer of hope, that Laina was still possibly alive, Dante would have remained in the pit. He was lying to her, hoping it would bring her peace. 

"No... I won't be fine..." she cried while shaking her head. 

"There has to be away! There... there has to be a way to lift the curse!" she reasoned. 

Dante clenched his jaw.

"It's too risky," he muttered. 

Laina looked up at him. There was a glint in her eyes. 

"Too risky? So there's a way to lift the curse?" she asked him from clarification. 

His silence was deafening. 

"Dante, if there's a way, no matter how risky-"

"No, it's not possible."