Two soulmates on opposite shores, he her savior/her the captive, downtrodden in abuse. He arrives to save but her pain is so great that she lashes out irrationally. She had given up on him/rescue long before, and turned dark by those aroung her. In that brief moment it was already to late, apology meant nothing, she was not who he thought she was. Her heart still broken to this day by her own dark hand, She loves him still. Always will. She is ever present in the background and walk in the moonlight around him still. From time to time he is reminded by shadows and remebers that long loney road home and the sunset they were to walk towards together. He just wants to heal, she never understood that. Till now. Real love will walk away but never die.