Hello once again my fans. This will be my 4th fanfic once I'm completely done with this. This is about a deep depression that ends with suicide on both sides. Interested? Then just read…
Gregor sat up in his bed looking at his beloved, Luxa. The photo of them in the museum was his life now, it was the only way to "see" Luxa. He never talked anymore, to anyone, even his family. People have called him "emo" frequently but Gregor never cared. He could easily kill them in a flash, but never would for his sake.
His grades were a D average and was almost never on task. The Photo. That was his life, his soul, his love.
He couldn't take the pain one day. Walked right to his drawer and pulled out a revolver his friend Tommy gave him. He hid the gun in his jacket pocket and walked to the school looking at the photo of Luxa the way there.
The front of the school was in Gregor's sight as he rounded the corner. He sat on the steps of the school looking at the photo silently. People eyed him before walking in. Gregor moved the barrel of the gun in the direction where his head was and silently said these words:
"Luxa, you're the only one for me. The only one. I'll always love you…even in death." With that, he pulled the trigger and his lifeless body fell to the ground in a bloody heap.
When his blood shot through out the top of Gregor's head, a drop landed on Gregor's face in the picture that was secured in his hand, blurting him forever.
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The news Luxa heard about Gregor was just heart-wrenching. The thought of him never returning was plain hurt. She couldn't help the fact that she would never see the boy she loved ever again.
Luxa had Aurora fly her to a cliff and fly away for her to fetch something she forgotten. She never forgot anything, besides her heart that was left to Gregor. She pulled out her picture of the two of them dancing and began to cry.
"Gregor, you are the only one for me. The only one. I will always love you…even in death." Luxa sobbed to herself. She clenched onto the photo of them and leapt off the cliff.
Her body smashed on the ground and her blood splattered the stone ground. Her blood seemed to fly and paint over her body that was in the air on the photo, blotting it forever.
Gregor was waiting at the end of the bright tunnel. His image of him was sitting on a stone as if he was waiting for someone.
Luxa was running towards him and the two embraced each other passionately. They took each other's hands and walked side-by-side each other towards eternity. Death will never split them apart ever again.
Well? What do you think? This is my first real angst fanfic. Please R&R if you wish.
Nick410