He walked very slowly, while she bounced around beside him, the long skirt hem blowing in the sea breeze like a splendid painting, a beauty he had never seen before.
Shane Winchester's mouth corner lifted into a very faint, satisfied smile.
The bloodstain on his wrist flowed more and more, gradually soaking large areas of the carpet.
The barren jasmine stems emitted a faint fragrance but were quickly overshadowed by the thick scent of blood.
Shane Winchester lowered his eyes, as memories of Alice Smith flooded his mind. He couldn't forget how she once nestled in his embrace, nor their entwined moments in the Kitchen. He especially couldn't forget her joy when she spoke of being pregnant, nor her crying eyes.
Scene after scene intertwined into short moments, lingering in his mind.
Jackson Sully, you are mine. Even in death, I won't let you escape.
'Bang! Bang! Bang!'
