Tragedies aren't too popular these days.
There are tragic events, tragic losses, but most stories end in resolve; most stories end in a happily ever after. The lost eventually find their way back.
So it was odd; the world seemed to be a tragedy in and of itself. Depraved existences and lives constantly at war.
A young woman loosing her father, and loosing her new found love.
A boy loosing his savior, watching the deep red pouring out of him, seeing his dead eyes staring at the empty sky; a boy stumbling out of his wheelchair to say goodbye.
A man working himself half to death, a man trying to win this confusing battle of understanding, a man falling before he can hear the story he wanted to badly to hear.
The protagonist of this tragedy: trying to succeed through a haze of insanity, clawing at his last remnants of humanity. He was unstoppable. Until he wasn't.
The world kept turning and time kept ticking and tragedies continued to play out. One after another, twisting together, coexisting in a puzzle of humans and monsters.
One by one, the pieces met their ends.
No, tragedies aren't too popular these days, gazing at the glare of an empty eye. But tragedies are far too real.