A/N: I obviously do not own HON. This is set almost directly after Anastasia's funeral scene. It does coniencide with my fic, "How:Anastasia's Story," though I do not have the chapter up yet. When I get it up, read it, it'll help you understand this a lot more.
For the first time, he understands how she used to feel, understands why it was such a relief for her to slice her own wrist open, to watch her blood spill in a macabre fascination.
He doesn't know how to live without her, doesn't know how to function knowing he won't be able to see her for so long.
He doesn't look up when the knock sounds, or when the door creaks open. Only when Lenobia shakes him and begins to bandage him does he look up, but he does not protest. He does not protest because her voice whispers in his mind, 'If they stop you, they care. If they care, you aren't alone."
And so he thinks he can stand it for a little longer, can wait for her to come back to him. He will try, at the very least.