Thud…
A pair of heavy, white boots covered in bloody mud hit the floor of the room as he walked in. His eyes looked brokenheartedly at the empty room, light fearing the room as darkness bathed the space. He took slow steps towards the bed as he collapsed to his knees, burying his face into the blanket as he breathed in the scent. The ever fading, sweet lingering scent that the two left as if a momento of them. The memories haunted him…taunted him…pierced his heart deeper than any blade could ever hope of doing. Each time he closed his eyes he was assaulted with the pained screams they left, the cries they let out as they were ripped from his hands. Was it destiny? A mere moment that happened? Punishment from God for him daring to entertain himself with happiness? He was never to find out the answers to the questions echoing throughout his mind. He could only return to where it all happened, the house once seen as his haven where he could escape to the smiles he woke up to everyday. The house that warmed the heart, that brought a smile to his face, where he could be proud of having found and built love that he was once certain could never be taken away from him…
Fiery tears burned inside his eyes as they fell, soaking the bed sheets as he looked over to the fallen box in front of the bed side table…looking at the scars covering his forearms and wrists he reached shaky hands towards the small wooden box as he flipped it over. Staring at the floor he looked with wide eyes at the two guns lying next to each other…
He didn't want this…he couldn't take this…not without them…
Without those smiles…
Without their warmth…
Without that happiness…
What did he have left…? He rested his hands atop the two guns, the cold metal against his hands making him bite back pained cries as their cries and screams echoed through his mind. Everything taken away from him, he was empty…
A fish with no stream to swim in…
A cloud with no sky…
A wolf with no pack…
Simply empty…
Broken…
Shattered…
They were his everything…they were his fangs…his purpose…his reason for existing…
Time heals all wounds…? A year had passed since then and each memory burned him just as freshly each passing day as they did when it first happened…
He lifted the guns in his hands, looking at the names engraved on the sides of the guns…
Renka…Naynay…Oka…Rin…Lucy…Jonas…Hinamori…
Biting his lip blood trickled down his chin as he felt the weight of the guns in his hands…
He clicked the hammers on the guns…removing their safety…
And lifted them both to his chin…
One last look around the room, he slowly closed his eyes…
"I'm sorry…I'm just not strong enough…"
He pulled the trigger as his life raced before his eyes before it all faded to black…
Click...