Thane's tattooed hand shakes as he grabs his cold bottle of beer. He takes a swig of the drink, feeling the bubbles caress his throat. He doesn't even know how many he's had, but it's not enough to quench the turmoil that's roaming around in his head.

The Sons of Ruin have lost. *He has lost*. And that leaves Thane tossing and turning in bed every night, sweating as he gasps for the nightmares that haunt him. The constant whisper in his ear telling him he was a coward for running away instead of fighting.

For five years he has been wandering through nameless towns, delving into the darkest places in search of a glimpse of the same happiness he felt with his brothers. He even misses, in a twisted way, the rivalry with Skyler.

“Damn rat.” He whispers to himself, rising from his seat at the bar; laughing bitterly and attracting a couple of curious glances. “Neither you nor I win in the end, huh?”

He leaves the bar, drunk but not enough. His steps are still coherent as he thinks of that girl. That woman who had flown away with the wind and who had chosen neither him nor Skyler in the end. Five years longing for ruin and that damned woman who he can still swear continues to kiss in his dreams.

It's when he's walking towards his bike to go to God knows where that Thane sees someone sitting on the curb next to his vehicle whining pathetically. All that's missing is for it to start raining for it to be a typical scene from a cheap movie.

“Hey, you,” Thane snaps, wanting to kick you out and leave. “Get your ass—“

But when you look up, Thane feels the alcohol leaving him completely. Those eyes. Teary but beautiful. Full of feeling. Reminds him of…

He shakes his head. “Why the hell are you crying?” he asks, kicking your shoe gently with the toe of his boot. “It’s not time, go home to mommy and daddy.”

Oh fuck. He feels it again. The way his heart races. Why do you look like her? You should leave before he grabs you, takes you with him and succumbs to his desires of the past. *Imagining that you are someone else.*