Updated version. Just minor tweaks.
Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC.
A/N: The words in italics aren't song lyrics they're...actions? I guess...well some of them are...I guess...
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I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't see.
I couldn't taste.
I couldn't feel.
I couldn't hear.
I couldn't live. Not without him.
I found the silver blade.
He was my sunshine. My moon. My lover. My world. My everything. And now he was gone. Forever. An image of his joyous face flashed through my mind and I smiled.
The blade caressed my forearm.
My anguish and sorrow would soon be over for I would soon be joining my deceased lover in the land of no worries.
The blade pierced my skin.
Some people fear pain. I welcome it with open arms.
Crimson sanguine fluid seemed oddly out of place on starch white tile.
Pain. A figment of one's imagination. It can be blocked out at will.
Numerous cuts began surfacing.
Pain. Something I had been blocking out since I was young.
Puddle of red appeared.
For the first time in a long time I felt pain. Not physical pain. Mental pain. Real pain.
Objects in front of my eyes are fuzzy.
My heart ached. It ached for my European treasure. My Japanese treasure.
The swaying begins.
My head hurts. I'm getting dizzy. Things are getting fuzzy.
The puddle continues to grow.
All I see is red now. There is no more white left just red.
Somewhere in the distance I hear a piano.
The red that I see is now beginning to turn black.
The music grows louder.
The piano is such a wonderful object. Especially when played by the hands of a certain blonde.
The red begins disappearing faster.
I can't see anymore. The world is black now. No more red. No more white. Just black.
Black has never looked so good.
Soon the black disappears. It is now replaced by violet. The most wonderful shade of violet. The violet that I had only ever seen on one person.
Violet.
I am staring into the eyes of my beautiful blonde. The blonde frowns. Then the blonde gets angry. All the while not uttering a word.
My beautiful blonde.
The look of anger on the blonde's face is replaced by one of happiness. He smiles. I smile. The pain that I had felt earlier is now gone.
No more pain.
The spaces between my fingers are soon filled by the blonde's fingers.
His wonderful fingers.
Pale lips meet with pale lips. The violet disappears. The pain is back. Not the bad kind of pain. The good kind.
His wonderful lips.
My heart flutters. Tears run down my face, but are soon wiped away by those fingers that I love. He smiles again.
His wonderful smile.
I could breathe.
I could see.
I could taste.
I could feel.
I could hear.
I could live. And it was all because of him. My beautiful blonde.
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I like this. A lot. And just in case you don't know the white signifies the tile in the bathroom, the red is the blood, the black is when he loses consciousness and the violet is Tamakis eyes.
A/N: What do you think? Should I make another story that tells about how and why Tamaki died, when Kyouya commits suicide and their life in heaven? Review and tell me if I should!