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night in a loving wholeness. They were completed, nothing would tear them apart and separate their love.
    No one could prize these two from one another's tight embrace, they were bound together in a symbiotic hold. Even if their bodies were apart, their spirits were connected, always with each other, no matter how far, no matter what.
     
    That unforgettable origin to their love was one for their private history book of the most beautiful memories, the day they met, marking the beginning of an epic new chapter in their lives and the night they loved a whole lifetime and more.
    That was one year ago, since then, they had continued to love innumerable lifetimes following their grand debut. Their love was thriving as strongly as when they started off. For a glorious three hundred and sixty five days, they had basked in its ambrosial glow and would resume loving in its wondrous light.
    But like every light, there was always a darker side, a colder world distant from the warmth. And the light of love was the same, there was a world of shadows walking behind the more illustrious region, following its every trace.
    Victor and Indria were unaware of its presence, like all shadows, it remained a covert body, hidden in the dark, but there, watching and waiting. No one knew when and where it would strike, but it always did, when one least expected it.
     
    In their case, it was in the form of a hopeless soul, a rival who was out of his league and loathed the self-awareness of knowing his chances with her were lower than zero. He never had any luck with members of the opposite sex, not as a young man and neither when he was a young boy.  His first ever crush was the harshest, he was too young to fully comprehend it at the time, in retrospective it was an agonizing ordeal. Pairing up with the girl he liked on a field trip only to have her resent every second spent in his company, he tried talking to her, expressed his innocent feelings for her, she rejected him with a cruel spite. In the playground, he foolishly attempted to make it up to her, to try and impress her, to at least have her like him. She only had one thing she wanted from him, to go away and leave her alone for good.
    That day was a sign, a hint that things would stay the same from then. He was the loneliest number going, one that was rejected by all and any. He was the living definition of a hopeless romantic, he was a romantic who had no hope of ever giving his love to any soul. If his skeletal features did not repulse the shallow minds of the girls he encountered, his shy nature made him awkward in their company.
    It was one of the cruellest fates he had the misfortune to be inflicted with. He thought about love, but not once did love think about him, and it never would. How he managed to last as long with the crippling amount of emotional pain weighing down on his being was a mystery. He figured it was his faint hope of one day defying his cruel heritage and actually have his moment to shine in the harmonious splendour of love.
    And it appeared, at long last, he had found the ideal one to finally know what it really meant to love and be loved.
    A beautiful angel to grace his life from the heavens. He had to have her, had to be with her, to hold her, to kiss her, to make love with her.
    His biological clock was ticking away, a quarter of his life had already been wasted, it wouldn't be long until the rest was squandered too and then he would not have any hope of giving any form of love to a woman.
    She was the means of sharing his emotions before the time was up. There was just one slight hitch, she already had a boyfriend, and he was no competition for a guy like him. There was no way she would break up with a handsome and perfect looking man for someone who could fit well in a horror movie as a monster. He didn't require much prosthetic make up and effects, his face already appeared monstrous.
    The young hopeless romantic could not do much except wait, he had waited a