Sitting out in the alley, the rain took a liking to my clothes, soaking into them, like tear drops at a steady pace. I couldn't tell whether it was from the grey-clouded sky or my own dull, violet eyes. It didn't matter.
The gun still sat there by my side, the barrel of it coated with blood. The same one I had killed him with. I picked it up, holding it in front of me, studying it with a pensive face. It wasn't so long ago the same gun was pressed into the temple of a certain dark auburn-headed country.
"Oh, it's great to see you again!" He had said with a smile, greeting me as he always did. The hazel orbs of his met my own purple ones, and I could only smile back emptily. He loved another. I couldn't keep waiting for nothing.
He looked so sad once his eyes glazed over in death. My tears were dyed crimson with the blood that had splashed from his head, red-swelled like after a cry. The second hand of the clock suddenly seemed to move slower, as if taking it's time to watch me suffer.
I felt empty. Like a lighter out of oil.
It would've been nice if it had all been just a lie. Why wasn't it all just a lie!? I didn't know what I had done, and broke down sobbing, screaming for Yao, begging him to come back. My screams became saturated and faded, echoing in the dark room.
That was barely an hour ago.
I ran my finger around the barrel of the gun, only just then noticing the blood all over my gloves. I looked down, and found it in me to smile as I pressed the gun to my temple.
If it had all just been a dream, how much nicer it all would've been. If I was gone, I thought, just maybe...
...it would all be forgiven...