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Html It was more than that, he knew that now. They had been re-creating this same scenario, in one form or another, for hundreds of years. Every time he and Miranda came close to happiness, every time they reached for what they wanted and deserved… their lives ended violently. In Venice, that had been the first life to go horribly wrong. Scotland; Russia; the wilds of a new and uncertain country; on a cold mountainside; in a fine drawing room. He always died with her blood on his hands. Miranda had lit several candles earlier, afraid to be caught in the dark if the power failed.
He didn't know why. He didn't care why. He only cared that Miranda gasped and took a breath as he carried her toward the open door. The spirit stayed behind as John carried Miranda down the dark hallway, or else it became quiet and still again. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Ghosts, restless spirits, the dead who refused to move on… they were everywhere. At worst, they made a little noise and rattled about in the night. In most cases, the living were not even aware that spirits were around them.
He pulled her from the table and threw her to the floor, so that she stared up at the ceiling while her husband cried and cursed and killed her. Eventually he stopped stabbing her and he went away, crying still. html Johnny arrived. He ran up the stairs expecting to find her in bed, and instead he discovered her lying on the hallway floor, crushed flowers all around her and blood staining her gown and her body. She tried to call out to him, but she couldn't speak. " he asked in an odd voice. He dropped to his knees and touched her bloody gown as if he could not believe what he was seeing.