"Every beginning has an end."

Everyone knows that, everyone says that. What is death? The end of breathing? The stopping of a heart? Can someone be dead while they walk among the living? I don't know. All I know is it hurts. Why, Why does everyone leave me? Where do they go? Can't they see I need them? No, of course they can't. I'm a contractor. Rationally, they mean nothing to me. They are just means to an end. When they are not useful I am supposed to get rid oF them. Easy, no mess, just like that. I'm not supposed to be able to make friends.

But, then why do I remember each and every face? Each name? Each person? Huang, Mao, Yin, Nick Hillman, Pai, Amber, and even November 11. Why do I remember each and every person that left me? And why does it hurt so much?

Maybe a drink will help? I'm so tired of losing people. Sick of the pain, sick of the emptiness. I want to forget, only I can't. The alcohol only numbs the pain. I guess that's all I can ask for. I'm sorry. I'm no better than a living corpse but I don't want to be left behind. Not again.

Edit: Sorry, forgot. Disclaimer; I do no own Darker Than Black.