The heavy realisation of the situation came down on Haruya.
He was dead…
And it was his fault.
The metallic clatter of metal on concrete echoed through the empty street. Haruya could hear the rhythmic beat of his heart in his ears. The slow dripping of liquid onto the pavement was almost inaudible. Haruya stared at the young teen lying on the pavement in a growing pool of his own blood. The street light above the scene flickered for a moment. It was silent. But just for a moment, before muffled sobs could be heard from the murderer. The redhead fell to his knees, his body now shaking, and the blood of his boyfriend soaking into the denim of his jeans. He didn't care. He was numb; he couldn't feel anything except the growing pain in his chest. He reached down and ran his fingers through the soft, white locks, tainting them pink.
A single car drove through the street, pulling to a halt a few feet away from the boys. However Haruya didn't notice. He closed his eyes as the final scream of his close companion echoed through his ears. There was a loud gasp, then a hushed voice. Haruya didn't turn around, not even when police and ambulance sirens cut through the peace of the streets, his eyes were fixed on the now peaceful face of the only person who ever cared.
A/Ns: Hello everyone! I've decided to expand on this, providing some insight onto the situation (maybe even some cute little fluff!) Hope you enjoy!
~Charlie