Their manic eyes lock onto one another. His swirling with anger, hers with strength.

Darcella forced herself to not look away from him, there was nowhere to go. She knew if even the slightest bit of fear slipped through the cracks, he’d attack. For the fact she valued her life, she could not let that happen.

In this isolated, dark and dingy room, she could not hide, could not run. Regardless, she knew he was going to attack her anyway.

“Put the knife down, Adelio.” Darcella finally broke the silence, his knuckles white from his grip on the wooden handle. The violent object shook with the sheer force he had on it. She had hoped her face was impassive as it took everything in her not to look at the knife, fearful that even if she glanced away once—he’d attack.

He chuckled darkly. Shivers appeared on her skin, her knees almost buckling. She was thankful for her stance in the room, feet shoulder-width apart and fists clenched, for it stopped her knees from giving out.

His small sound was enough to tell her that there was no way in hell he’d ever give it up.

“You don’t want to do this, Adelio.” Darcella hoped that in use of his name, it’d coax him from his hostile shell. Remind him of who she was to him and who he was to her.

She desperately tried not to let the gutwrenching feelings eat her alive, not when her life was on a thin line. She rids of every fleeting memory, every cloud bubble that tried to escape her head. She couldn’t afford to think of such belittling things.

Inadvertently, one might have slipped. She could see his facade cracking and a sliver of hope wracked her head. She tried to kill it. But, the glimmer in his brown eyes made her heart squeeze painfully.

“Darcella…” He tests the name on his lips. Lips she once kissed, lips she once tasted. She tried to forget the taste, the feel of their connecting souls.

But, the once flicker of familiar emotion disappears from his eyes as if it were never there to begin with. His head jerked towards her.

“Don’t!” Darcella shouts, the singular word reverberating off of the concrete walls in the room. She placed her hands in front of her face instinctively. Every inch of hope diminished. Crushed. Crumbling right in front of her face.

“Kill me and I’ll tell them everything,” I warn. He freezes, his face suddenly blanking as if everything thought just… vanished.

I will make him remember.