Disclaimer: I don't own. But this fic is mine.
He was afraid, frightened, terrified. Yet, nobody -none of them- heard it. No, that's not right. They didn't want to hear it, so they ignored it. His screams of pain, of loneliness, of sadness, o-of agony. He was alone. He was emptied, emptied of feelings, void of emotions, cleaned of pain, anger, sadness, and the Agony, becoming nothing but a doll. They couldn't -wouldn't- hear. They were deaf. To it. The pained screams, the tearful shouts, the horrified cries. Deaf- I don't hear, I don't hear. Blind- I don't see, I don't see, it's nothing, only some mouse running around.
They didn't want to believe it. That he was breaking. That he wasn't the same. They didn't want to know it. That he was dying. That he was in despair. He was desperate, wanting, and even hurting to get away from the torment he was suffering. They wanted to ignore it. They tried to ignore it. They couldn't ignore it. They, -the people who couldn't stand his sorrow, his friends, his precious people- they left. They couldn't take it. They couldn't and wouldn't be there for him. They didn't want to be there for him. They were scared. Scared to become his reason to live, to be the one supporting him. They couldn't, and wouldn't, take up that burden. If he died because they couldn't stand to be there for him, they themselves would die. If either way may end up having an unhappy future, they may as well leave. But they didn't want that neither. They want to be there for him. They could be there for him. Though as it was said before, they're afraid. So they chose, between staying and saving him or running away and saving themselves. They were ashamed, but they chose the latter choice. They may regret it later, but they wouldn't have to face it. They may have remorse and it may eat at them, but they wouldn't have to bear the guilt of being his reason to live and his reason to die. But what they didn't realize was that he didn't need them to be his reason to live, he didn't need them to bear all those things, all he wanted and needed was for them to just be there and give him their support.
He understood their fear and he let them go because he understood. If he was in their place he would be scared sh*tless, to become someone's reason to live. He wouldn't have the courage to go and do that, but he hoped and wished that they would have just had the guts to stay by his side. They didn't need to do anything. They didn't need to comfort him. They didn't need to soothe his pain. They didn't need to become his reason to live. All they needed to do was stay by his side. That was all he asked for, he didn't want more. That's all... W-why couldn't they give that tiny little bit of assuagement to him...