Pure Heaven, Defiant Hell.

"I like picking your freckles and collecting your scars." He turns to shake off the tension sitting gallantly on his face. "Last night I felt something break within me..." He looks away abruptly, reaching for a glass of Pure Heaven, "maybe it is a pay back for all the harm I have done to you..." He walks away towards the bartender "can I get a shot of something hard enough to numb my senses?" He swallows in one gulp. Turning to look at her and finds no one. Maybe she had gone, maybe his eyes had become blind from a mixture of pure heaven and defiant hell.