I'm going to of course reword a few thing but have a preview

This time was different. He felt a tug deep in his chest, a feeling that made him know he wasn't going to come out of this as he was. It would soon be all over, all over for this life. His physical body however would be fine. He would wake up under the same olive tree and not remember a lick of this. The ocean sung it's song of death, currents like tiny hands that pulled him closer to its charms. He could see gold litter the waves, as of splintered wood and floating corpses. Tears managed to wiggle their way out of his eyes and blended smoothly with the salty water that leaked into his lungs. Black dotted his vision as lack of oxygen began to take its toll. Sleep, a voice seemed to beckon to the pirate captain. No, he couldn't sleep. He had to get back to someone very importante. He could feel the weight of chains snag around his limbs, refraining his movement. The water that seeped into his lungs contrasted  from the Crimson liquid that flowed out of his body. Es injusto. Life just wasn't very fair. But yet again, did he deserve fair? After all he had done? Green eyes began to close as his body became numb. A combination of suffocation, blood loss and shock finally over came the obstacle of the man's breathing. The colors of the world were swept away into a void of black.

Antonio was dancing carefree throughout his house. He danced gracefully, somehow avoiding furniture and singing. "Beber contigo, bailar contigo, tener contigo una noche loca~!"  And finally with one move he ended up in front of a mirror, a smile ever present on his face. "Bailando-" He went to continue singing but stopped. He thought he heard a knock and pranced over to the door. "Hola!" He called swinging the door open to reveal nothing. "Aye maybe I'm just hearing things" he says after calling out several times for someone. He closed the door and padded back over to the room, going to walk by the mirror once more. When he went to walk past the mirror something caught his eye making him freeze and turn. Reflected against the surface was none other than himself? A past self forgotten long ago.

The figure longed to be able to feel warmth. He longed to see the valiant colors of the world left behind. He didn't want to be surrounded by an empty void anymore, to not be trapped within mirage of the cold waters grasp. Like a flame, anger danced in his chest igniting the passion that had been frozen from times rest. Kirkland needed to be punished for what he had done. And it all started with his fingertips against the glass.