It was all blood red, the darkened sky littered with black brooding clouds that hovered over the shiny silver trees. John spun around, eyes widened and frightened as he called out, "Hello?"
He turned around and standing directly behind him was an angel, wingless and standing in a burning glow that stung more than the trees. Ebony locks fell to her slim waist and hung infront of frightening familiar blue eyes, "Sylvia? Is that you?"
The angel rolled her eyes, "What kind of question is that?"
"Y-you're an angel..."
"And you're married. Well observed Captain Obvious." She turned and walked briskly into the pitch black forests depths. "Wait," John called, "Where am I?"
Slyvia turned back and grinned, "Catch me if you can!"

So he ran, for minutes or hours he didn't know. John ran off the path and into the looming forests, the bright silver as his only warning since everything else was a swirl of red and black. All he did was run, he couldn't lose her could he? "Why are you chasing me?" Sylvia's voice rang out of the darkness.
"I can't lose you! I'll be forever lost without you." John cried
"You ran into the darkness," she observed, "why?"
"Because you did," he panted, "y-you ran out here, w-where I can't see-- Where are you?!"
"You could've stayed on the path, why didn't you? It was familiar to you, you could see on the path, after all."
"I-I didn't like the path!" he shouted into the empty air, "I didn't like what I saw on it, I didn't like how it made me feel!"
"And does this, make you feel any better?"

John's green eyes shut and he breathed heavily, "It will get better...later. But I'm off the path, that's what matters. Please, just tell me where you are."
"I'm behind you." Sylvia whispered. John turned around and let his relief wash over him, "Just stay this time."
She nodded, "You followed me. You shouldn't have. You should've stayed on the path."
"Why? I hated the path and you're in the forest." He looked directly into her eyes, "Did you want me to follow you?"
"Truthfully, yes."
"Then why try to send me back to the path?"
She led John to the path but stayed hidden in the bushes. On the black gravel was his wife, calling out his name frantically.
Sylvia's soft whisper was the last thing he heard before the darkness came,

"It's not supposed to be this way."

John woke with a start, breathing heavily. Sighing, he walked to the balcony and leaned against the railing. 'What did I get myself into? What have you done to me Sylvia? I can't get you out of my head...'

"It's not supposed to be this way."
He knew that, but it didn't make the pain any easier. For the first time in years, John lowered his head onto his palms and felt the teardrops trickle down in surrender.