Fancied a go at a drouble! =] Ummm... and woops; sorry about the angst.
Warning: Angst and Character Death!
D/C: It's not mine! And that is obvious if you see how I ruin them constantly in my fics! =]
He's trapped in the prison that is his body. He doesn't move. He hardly breathes. He's barely alive.
Howard looks down at the lifeless body ahead of him and shudders. Vince isn't perfect anymore. He never will be and it's all his fault. He swallows. He feels a hand on his shoulder. He knows what's coming. It's the same thing that's happened every single day this week,
"I'm sorry Mr Moon, visiting hours are over."
Howard will nod. He'll take one last look at his best friend, his everything and leave. When he gets home, he just sits and stares. He rings his hands and fiddles idly. He tries not to think about Vince but he'll never stop thinking about him.
It was his fault. The screeching of tyres. The blaring of horns. The deafening bang. The crunching of metal. The blurring sight in his own eyes. The nothing. Howard shook himself away from the nightmare and looked up at the clock as a tear rolled down his face.
Meanwhile, across town in a white washed room, wearing a green hospital gown, a young man with glossy black hair takes his last breath and utters one final word; Howard.