He knew it was happening. He could feel it inside, slowly being wretched away from him and tearing him apart. He could feel them. Or he couldn't. Couldn't feel their presence… and the pain was unbearable. The absence displaced something deep inside him.
He remembers the first time it fell out.
He had been begging. Begging for mercy and begging for someone, anyone to stay. And as blurry as it all seemed to him, he could still remember the last silhouette standing in front of the door, reaching to leave.
"Please-please don't leave me!" he sobbed "I'm so sorry! Give me one more chance! It'll be better, I promise!" he cried hysterically. The figure had stopped and suddenly he had hope "oh, thank you! You won't regret it! We will be so powerful together, you'll see!" the tears that poured from his eyes were now joyous. But then the figure made another move to leave. He couldn't handle this. He lurched out from his place and grabbed the figures foot and continued to cry at their feet "Please, I'm begging you! I'll give you anything!" the figure tried to tug its foot free but he just held on tighter "why are you doing this to me!" he screamed but he couldn't stop them. Then he sat alone at the door frame, mumbling after them "why? Why are you leaving me? Please… I'll love you, please come back to me! I love you…"
He had done all he could. He had begged and begged but the figure was gone and everything had left him. There was nothing left so salvage or save. He had been broken beyond repair. And he felt incredibly cold. It wasn't till he tried to curl onto himself, to protect himself from the frigid feeling, that he noticed the blood and when he first it, he began to laugh. It was a horrible sound. Then he suddenly acted in rage and flung it. It thudded against the wall with a squelch but he didn't even have time to register the shock on his face when he felt the spearing pain. He then crawled to where his heart landed and gingerly cradled it in his hands.