Everything felt like it was slowing him down. The equipment in his arms where heavy and made him slouch forward, plus the constant panic that he'd drop it. His sweater was sweaty and gross. It clinged onto like it was keeping him from moving forward.

His breath fell in beat with his feet smacking against the cement ground. His heart only grew heavier as the building got closer. Something felt wrong, it only made him run faster.

You were peacefully waiting for Seven's arrival. Your fingers picked at a lose thread on the coach, you eyes looking at table that your phone, zoned out. You really heart raced, and you weren't quite sure if it was because there was a BOMB in the apartment or you'd finally be able to meet Seven. A voice in your mind scolded you for think about the cheerful red head at such a time.

Seven could see the building clearly now. It had been a while since he'd seen Rika's old apartment, it brought back joyful memories. With a shake of his head, he ignored the thoughts and told himself that if he didn't move he'd have a very unpleasant memory here too

The knock on your door made you jump. Jumping from the coach, you smooth out your clothes and fixed your hair. First impression were great.
With a timid smile you opened the door, but nobody was there to greet you. You frowned and looked around. The hallway looked like no one had been here in a while. You went to close the door before a black object caught your eye. By your feet was a little black and red switch with a sticky note.

This morning's meal rose in your throat as your brain went to auto pilot. You ran pass the bomb switch and to the stairs, figuring the elevator would take to long. You tripped over your steps as tears filled your vision.

You were going to die.

With one finally ditch to do something goon with your life you take out your phone and start texting.

It's not your fault.
I'm so sorry I couldn't protect myself.

You typed out and sent to the chat. Most had left to take care of party and bodyguard issues, but Zen was there.

He blew up your phone with demands of what was going on. You simply replied with:

Tell Seven I love him. I hope for nothing but good in your life.

As your thumb hit the send button you heard the explosion, and the heat rushing towards you. You let out a few years as you barely recognized the flames consuming everything before you, and then you.

Seven felt his phone vibrate. His heart froze in fear as his eyes landed on the cryptic message. "No!" The hacker yelled and ran faster, but he knew it was too late.

Tell Seven I love him.

The building crumpled into flames right before his eyes. His grip loosened on his gear and crashed onto the ground. "No…." He fell to his knees, his brain tangled into a huge mess of emotions. It made him want to scream. "Fuck! No please no!"

So he did. He let out a loud heartbreaking scream that could only be followed by sobs of a man who had finally been broken. It wasn't a pretty sight. It never is when someone's heart completely breaks. His sobs were irregular and made him lose his breath too quickly. His years where thick and drenched his sleeves."Lord please! Don't take her away from me!" His please went unheard.

Luciel Choi had been broken as the person who could fix him disappeared before his eyes.

A small sticky note flew in the wind and landed in front of Luciel.

'Have a blast~'