PROLOGUE

He grabbed the branch, and held tightly…..no he wasn't going to let go, he wasn't going to let her go. The car had already fallen off the cliff , which means…

…Jonathan is dead….

Little drops of tears began rolling off his eyes…

He screamed…."No!!!!..no…no… please no…". *Creee*, a sound reared behind him. He turned sharply to look..

… it's the branch, its going to break…

The feeble looking branch he had managed to hold onto, could not carry the weight of the both of them. "Dammit!!", He looked at the young lady at the other end of his other arm, her body had already slipped off the edge, his firm grip on her right arm was the only thing keeping her body from falling 30feet and she was pregnant, heavily pregnant… oh God, how did things come to this…

Memories of the early eve of that Sunday screened through his mind, It was raining like it still was now. The two of them, Jonathan and Myrrh , Were standing together under an umbrella, Jonathan's hand around her firmly. Myrrh smiled back at him and made a gesture, "Come, see us off at least". She didn't say it but he could still hear it coming from her heart. They are twins after all, it's supposed to happen, right? Well, it didn't matter.

He turned, locked the door behind him and rushed out into the rain. Heading to the car parked in the open garage, the two following slowly behind. He had to wait a while for them to come to him and Jonathan to open the car but he didn't mind.

Myrrh was the first to enter, then him and then Jonathan. They shut the doors. There was a blanket in the back seat where he sat, he picked it up and from behind her, lay it on Myrrh's shoulders, "I don't want you to catch a cold" he said. Myrrh smiled. Jonathan stole a glance at the two siblings being all lovey dovey beside him, he let out a grin and start the car. They drove out of the yard.

They were supposed to go to the airport Myrrh and her husband should be on a plane right now. This should not be happening. Tears flowed even heavily, his vision blurred from all the crying. The stitches on his left arm had been strained so badly he bleed; he was tired, scared and… and… he couldn't hold on anymore… he just couldn't… He… Myrrh's smile flashed through his eyes …"Don't forget to protect me, okey?"; her voice… like cold water on a hot day… he had some strength, Yes! He could pull her up, he tightened his grip, muscles contracting, he pulled, heaved and pulled harder..

Yes, it was working, he could see her head and then her shoulders, lifting slowly onto the ground.

… Ah yes, finally, Myrrh you are going to be fine. Little brother will get you out of here and take you to a hospital. You are going to be okey, just wait a little…

…*bang*

GUNSHOT! …

The metal pierced into the tree branch, it broke. He lost his grip, her weight dragged on his left arm, the stitches tore his flesh "Ahhhh!!!" he screamed, she was slipping… falling… he couldn't hold on any longer. "No, please, no". His fingers were weaning… cracking…

SHE FELL… INTO THE DARK.