Notes

stood up from his seat. He was now all alone in the library, the night as already fallen. The little russian that he met a few hours ago was long gone, he didn't bother to chase after him. It was just wasting his time. He recalled memories of his past from the russian's questions. It made him upset and bitter about it. He stared down his blood soaked hand. The blood still flowing out of the big wound where he stabbed himself. He lets the blood drip down onto the flat table surface. The wound was a punishment for making a fool for himself. This was all nonsense. Trying to make friends, wondering what love is, that's all worthless to him. He won't think of those two things again. It was useless anyways. After all, He's cursed to never love by a certain lady. He sighed and took out a roll of bandages from his military jacket. He always had a roll with him. He learned to have them always since the time he was at war times and survival times. At times of need, he was glad to have these with him. He wrapped up his wound, it bled through the bandages but it was enough. He cleaned up the bloody mess on the table. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, his ash blue eyes gazed through the glass. Thousands of stars twinkling in the moonlit sky. He closed his eyes and began remembering everything. He opened his eyes and finds himself as his 15-year old self, resting under a tree, sitting on a big branch. It was a calming and relaxing day...well, thats what it looks like it was. He looked to his left, a big white open window with a tall older lady sitting on the edge. She looked at him with elegant turquoise eyes. "Aleksander~ Will you save me again...?" she asked wondering. "Yeah..." He simply said. She beamed at him, happy to know he would save her again. Aleks wondered why he was remembering this scene, it wasn't really important but for some odd reasons, he felt at ease in this peaceful scene and finds himself wanting this scene too last longer. But nothing that relaxing will ever last long, he recalled that the next day, they were at war. The scene changed, he was now standing in front of the older lady from the scene before, in the middle of the chaos, with his sword pressed on her neck. 'Zashto , _____ , Mislekh, che sme priyateli . Bez znachenie , ako ne iskate mir , vie shte poluchite mech..." His face darkened and he was ready to cut her head off. Aleks was carrying the older lady in his arms. She leaned over and kissed him. He almost dropped her on the ground, he was surprised. He didn't say anything after that. The next day, he was covered in crimson blood yet again. He opened his eyes, coming back from the past to the present. "....why am I remembering her..." He frowns slightly, wondering why he's remembering the older lady with beautiful turquoise eyes, the woman, that he loved and killed. "...Bunny." >​ m >​ "Dammit..." He cursed to himself, he glared down as he remembered more memories after. "...." He closed his eyes again, he was now in front of a white piano, surrounded with red roses. He remembered this one, it was the time he met Nikola, the little 10-year old bulgarian, smiling warmly at him and showing him how beautiful and wonderful roses are. Each one have different meanings and their own unique beauty. It was a time before little Nikki went to Hogwarts back then. He opened his eyes and looked down his hands. "Nikola...." His eyes flickered and he finally remembered. "...my purpose..." he whispered. "...to find what was lost."