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  The apartment seemed to be the way he left, but when we arrived the room had to count to a thousand not to explode in anger. 

- But what happened here? White, what have you done? 

- I did nothing. If you could help I'd appreciate it. 

- There is nothing to help. Let's get through this alone. 

   Alice Oliver looked worried. He wanted to end her suffering, after all that had been promised but failed to deliver. Connor was indifferent as to what was going on, except for the irritation of seeing the floor of his room in the state it was. 

- I do not want her to suffer anymore. 

- It is not for us. 

   The angel was still trying to heal the pain of the girl, who was kneeling on the floor with his back bathed in blood. She was clinging to Oliver, hoping that the pain would disappear as quickly as it had appeared. Something inside her burned and tore his flesh with despair, as if trapped inside for centuries. With this, their backs were bathed in blood increasing. 

- Connor, this can not continue. 

- It is weak to have grown fond of you. Anyway, what she is going through will help her. 

   There was nothing to discuss. Connor always told the truth so sharp without giving chances that someone could challenge. However, he could not stand to see how the girl he wanted to protect was suffering so much. 

- When will it end? 

- I fear that soon. The only thing I want is the floor of my apartment clean. 

   Oliver pretended not to hear the end of his speech. What mattered was knowing what was happening. As her blouse was torn back and the bleeding had stopped, but he could see something emerging from cuts. 

- I told you this would end. Take it out. She needs to get some fresh air. 

- Fresh air? Connor, it's raining! 

- Is exactly what she needs. 

  

   It was laborious, but they managed to take Alice out of the apartment. The rain did not forgive and they were already soaking wet two minutes after they left. 

- Get away from her. 

- What are you thinking? 

- Only obey me. 

   He hesitated, but the expression of the devil said there was no time for debate. Oliver looked at her and realized that, in fact, could not question. Alice looked at them, feeling helpless, but neither of them moved to her. Your back again ache, but more than before. That thing was inside her began to leave and it made her back throb deeply. 

- I do not believe ... 

- What is the problem? 

- See for yourself.