This was supposed to be a full length story, but I shortened it up, so now it's just an angsty drabble.
Based on the song Let Him Go by Birdie
Tony slid down the wall as he stared at the a empty tumbler of vodka and let the tears roll freely off of his face. He always hoped that maybe with him, he could make it last. Get married, adopt kids. Slowly he let the dream fill up his vision, all for it to torn away so quickly. He could close his eyes and still see his face. He never knew that he couldn't have ever had something good in his life, since he knew everything he touched only died. He never knew how deep he'd fallen in love with the man until he let him go with her.
He wanted him to be happy.
He let the glass drop to the floor as he held his Head in his hands, sobbing slightly. He never knew how dark it was until he let go of his light. He stood up from his position, walking towards the couch in the dark living room. He felt the empty throbbing pain and closed his eyes before he hit the couch with a soft thump, and he could see all of the memories flying past his eyes. He wrapped himself around in a tight ball, trying to stop himself from shaking. He felt an odd freezing sensation as he wrapped his arms tighter around his body.
He never felt cold with him.
He was always so warm and happy. He felt at peace. The love for him came slowly, so slow, but he knew it was there. Shifting, slowly, shifting. It was only right that it was taken away so quickly. She confessed her love for him. Tony knew that he could never give him the life he deserved. The life that he was going to try so hard to get. So he let him go. He didn't know how high he felt around him, how fast it felt, until he hit the ground. He closed his eyes and let sleep try to lull him into the darkness, but all he could dream was of him. It pained him so much, because he could never touch him, never keep him. He loved him too hard, too fast. It all came burning to the ground. He let him go for the better, he would tell himself.
It was for the better...
It was...
It...
He let him go...
Why did he let him go?