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He was tired of crying. He wanted it over. Done with.
She has died for him, and now, he would waste her cause. He would kill himself. It seemed fair; she killed herself, so he'd follow. Sure she was saving others too, but who did he have left to save? No one. She had been his cause, his reason for getting up in the mornings, for living. And now she had left him, and he had no reason to stay.
He had nobody to save him this time. This time, it seemed, he would be saved, by dying. No more pointless days, no more painful tears, no more pretending he wanted to live.
He didn't.
He didn't want to be alive, didn't want to see any sort of love, because he could not have it. It was gone, with his heart and everything else. Love was out of his life. For good.
He hated how people might be sad over his choice, maybe a few: Storm and some of the younger kids. But he, he would be happy. More then happy.
Because he would be gone. Gone for good.
Saved, finally.