Skin deep
He was empty. The place where his heart had rested was now nothing but a hallow, blood filled cavity. His purpose had been stripped leaving him broken. How long had it been since he had last felt whole? Last felt needed…loved? He couldn't remember. He didn't even care. All that mattered to him now was retrieving his life. And by his life he meant the only reason he existed, the only person whom he had ever bothered to care for…. But that was impossible. And now since he had lost his purpose, he had also lost his desire to live. There was no solution, no sort of life support in which he could cling to. He was hopeless, a lost cause.
Shame filled him. His actions had caused the death of his loved one, regret clouded his thoughts. Pain filled him threatening to overflow and erupt in his soul, destroying whatever tiny pieces that still remained. Which is why he had to end it. His soul was all he had left, at least he hoped that he still had his soul… It was the only option that remained open to him. The only hope for him of being re-united with his lover. He knew it was stupid and he knew that his Zero would be very upset that he had decided to end his life like this, but as far as he was concerned his life ended the day that Zero's heart ceased to beat.
He didn't care about pride, or what happened here after he left, all he cared about was ending it and ending it quickly… He knew that that made him a horrible person. He knew that inside he was anything but the beautiful and powerful pureblood that others thought him to be. After all, beauty is only skin deep. He knew better than anyone the truth of those words.
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