Neither the manga/anime or the song belong to me. Nothing is made off of this. Listen to the sing Missing by Evanesence.
"Missing"
Grell closed his eyes as he locked his apartment's door for the last time. He was done with playing door-mat for the Division, for Will and those he cared for. They didn't notice him. He knew what they said, when they did. He heard the whispers, the sniggers, the jeering. He was done.
Grell opened his eyes as he turned away. He needed this. He needed to leave. He just prayed in time they would forgive. And maybe, just maybe one day some-one would ask, "Isn't something missing?" It was all he could hope for.
Grell chuckled as he walked out of the building. He knew no-one would miss him. Not really. He would think maybe Will, but no. William forgot him long ago.
Grell felt tears sting his eyes at this realisation. Was he really so worthless, unimportant, insignificant? Did no-one miss him? No-one realise he had been gone two weeks already? In time would they realise? Would some-one miss him? It was all he could hope for.
Stepping into the carriage to take him to his new life Grell thought of all the times he had put his life on the line. All the times he was happy to play sacrifice for Will and even the demon Sebastian.
Grell smiled as he felt the carriage start to move. He would have happily died if only to know some-one, any-one loved him. All alone.
Grell closed his eyes against the tears threatening to re-surface. He was all alone. And in such a cruel, cold, dark world. No-one would try find him, he knew. It was clear in the way they sighed when he left a room, in the way they never bothered to check up on him when he failed to show up for work, in the way they put him down all the time. It was clear in the way he was leaving and no-one was there to stop him. Or even try.
Grell glanced at the passing streets and smiled. Maybe one day some-one would remember him. Miss him. It was all he could hope for.
Stepping onto the dock's Grell took in a deep breath. He looked at the boat that was due to take him to America. He wouldn't be home again. Not to his home here in England. He knew what these people did to themselves. He knew what sort of demons they consorted with. He knew what monsters lived amongst them. He knew what sort of monsters they were. He had aided one after all.
Grell took another deep breath and released it in a cry. Looking around he asked to no-one, "Isn't something missing? Isn't some-one missing me? His reply was silence. It was just what he had come to expect. Maybe one day some-one would wake up missing him. It was all he could hope for.
Grell gasped as he caught his hand on the rail of the boat. Looking at the pooling blood he couldn't help but recall all the times he had been left bleeding trying to help Will, Sebastian, the Division, any-one who needed a hand really. And as he recalled all those times he recalled how no-one had cared. How they had left him there to bleed. Was he really so worthless, unimportant, insignificant?
Closing his eyes against the spray of the ocean Grell thought of the dream he had the night before. He recalled how in the dream he had been surrounded by those he loved. How they had begged and pleaded with him not to leave. And this of course forced him to recall waking up alone and with no-one trying to stop him leaving. No-one even caring that he was not around. Maybe one day some-one would wonder what had happened to him. It was all he could hope for.
Grell smiled as he stepped on to a dock in America. It was time to start anew. And who know's maybe he will meet some-one who would miss him. Brushing down the skirts of his floor length dress he walked for-ward. To-ward a hopefully brighter future. It was all he could hope for. And maybe it wasn't that bad a thing to hope for.