Call Me At Midnight

Prologue

One wall.

A brick wall.

One brick wall separated two of loneliness, despair, and heartache. One of the two were irrational and selfish. The one that will most likely take a life due to their egotistical, self-centered soul. The other one is kind-hearted and benevolent. This one will most likely trade their soul for another due to their compassionate and altruistic well-being.

There was a past and there is a present, for those two beings live in different versions of their life. The one living in their past memories and one living exceptionally well in the present which is all about the future.

One brick wall separated two people.

Thomas and Alice.

Who would've thought that they were separated but inseparable? Alice obviously didn't believe so. She thought that she had her time with Thomas and it was time to move on, accepting the fact that they may have been separate but equal.

But Thomas--Thomas didn't believe a word she said about the present. He cherished the time he had with her in the past, and will still wander on about it in the present. He loved her. He was obsessed with her. He knew every little thing about her, but all she wanted to do was to throw it away.

He had a plan. A plan he thought he could execute in the middle of the night. No trace of who he was, or what he had done. His conscious was wearing down on him though. But he shook away the feeling and facts about how this could all terribly go wrong.

He loved her. And he would do anything for her. He only wanted her for him, and him for her. A call was all it took. All he had to do was place one. A call of murder and defeat. And he thought that Alice would be crawling back to him, under his source of protection and possessiveness. He calculated and inserted all the rights and wrongs. And the most important right would be getting Alice back.