Auguste stumbled backwards as she crashed into him and knocked him out of his brief reverie. He felt dazed almost as if he were walking through a dream. A wave of disorientation pass over him. But he focused. He had to focus. This wasn't a dream even if he felt like he had been living a dream for such a very long time.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">3 years ago Auguste planted the seed of sin within Tilda and that sin blossomed into a darkness that came to consume their very existence. Years of reliving the same moments with no recollection of them having happened before they went about their lives unaware that time was no longer moving forward. Time was frozen like a person stuck standing before a mirror. </span><br/><br/>Those words flashed through his mind and his eyes rolled into the back of his head even as the first crash of thunder sounded in the sky. Mother nature beat a primordial song upon the drums of the sky an d that was beginning to serve as the backdrop for a moment that was unavoidable. A moment that not even the gods could have denied forever. A memory-a strong memory-lives not in the mind but in the heart. And Auguste was sure that his mind was whispering things and trying to make him understand that something was terribly wrong with their world.<br/><br/>He reached out and steadied Tilda with his hands and he gazed into her eyes even as the rain swept across the earth like a wave and began the heavens began to empty its contents upon them.<br/><br/>"Our lives have been intertwined since that moment three years ago," Auguste whispered, placing a hand on her cheek. "My actions bred the seed of sin that I planted within you and you gave birth to a seed that has led to the destruction of our lives ever since. But I fear not for the future because even as the unseen forces move to make me forget that moment, it has all come back to me in a flash of light."<br/><br/>His tears mingled with the rain and raced down his cheeks. For three years they had been living in a cage that appeared to be as open as freedom itself. But the worst chains were never cages or prisons. The worst chains were those inflicting upon the mind and made one forget who they were and those they loved.<br/><br/>"I'm done playing their game," Auguste said. "I love you." He leaned forward and claimed her lips with a fiery, passionate kiss, slipping his arms around her waist and drawing her against himself. "For once let's rebel against the forces who would control our lives. Let me take you here....and now."