Mitch's P.O.V.

Everybody seemed to be in a dim mood. Yet nothing seemed to be working.

The Prototype just stared at the name carved in the wall.

The only thing in the room you could hear was the occasional smack on the lips coming from Jerome whenever he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

The affection shined around Jerome. As if even in the darkest times, Jerome still loved me.

A smile slowly spread onto my lips as Jerome kissed me one last time. Turning my back so I was facing him now.

I stared him in the eyes.

Metal was scrambled and stuck all over his body painfully. Jerome looked like he was perfectly fine though.

Sadness slightly lingered in Jerome's eyes. Yet not as much as everyone else's. Puckering my lips together I leaned towards Jerome.

Jerome leaned towards me as well. Butterflies swirled majestically in my stomach the closer I got to him.

Our lips inches away iI was almost there. A centimeter away I reeled back as soon as I heard the sound of clanking metal coming our way.

Not baring to look. I averted my eyes to the name on the wall. The Prototype didn't ignore it though.

The Prototype whipped to the cell bars. Anger and sadness glowed around him as he waited for the cell door to open.

As soon as it opened I heard something being thrown in. The shouts of the Prototype pierced through my ears.

Not being able to do this anymore I whipped around. My eyes widening as my stomach dropped at what I saw....Oh my gosh....