Blood.
So much... blood...
His handprint.. on the wall.. his eyes open in silent error... His mouth wide in an eternal scream. Wrists were cruedly shackled to the bedposts with fishing line, sinking deep into the flesh slicing the tender skin with every jerk, every squirm. His body had been flayed by a whip, welts and scratches and ugly bruising traversing the plains of his mangled torso. Flies had begun to settle in the slashed throat, staining the little vermin crimson as they emerged. I couldn't look... I couldn't tear my eyes away.. Sora.. Sora..
"SORA!" Tears rolled unhindered down my face. Everything hurt.. I couldn't think I couldn't see, everything was blurry and it hurt so fucking bad. How could someone do this? This was.. this was too much . Too heinous, too unspeakable. Sora was so innocent, so gentle and naiive.. he didn't deserve this! Sora.. Who did this?! Why?! Sora! Why... Why why why dammit why!?
I slowly wrap my arms around Sora's body, staring down into his shocked glazed eyes. My hands shake as I close them and his mouth, placing one more soft kiss to the clammy lips. Burying my nose against the cold neck I inhale deep the stench of death and decay but even now it smells unmistakably like Sora. Even in the grip of death everything belongs to him.
I wasn't consious of police arriving until strong hands grabbed my shoulders and soft whispers filled my ears with lies of how it would 'be okay' and 'he was in a better place now.' No, it wouldn't be okay. Sora was dead. Nothing was going to change that. They tugged at me and I fought back, biting and kicking and clawing as they struggled to seperate me from Sora's corpse. Someone screamed as blood ran down my throat, nails and teeth catching skin and tearing it viciously apart.
They finally had to sedate me to seperate us.
It's been a year since I found you then. A year since existence lost meaning. I sympathize with the nobodies. This feeling of emptiness... Loneliness... An aching longing to be whole again that one knows, deep inside, they can never achieve. I know you would have kicked my ass for joining you. You woudn't want me to give up, would you Sora? No, of course not. You would want me to get over it and live happily ever after with the comfort of your memories in my heart to nourish the ache of your loss. Standing here over the monument emblazed with your name.. I know that's what you would have wanted.
Hand shaking I call forth my blade, kneeling down to place one more tender kiss to the stone. Warm, sticky blood drips over my hand but it is not pain I feel, no.. not pain. Relief. Excitement. Now, nestled safe in the realm of eternity, I can be by your side.
Happily ever after.