First Hellboy ff. Hope you think it is a good one. It is sad you have been warned.
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Abe sat there in his tank at the bottom of his tank. He stared at his hands. In those spaces where where Nual's hands fit perfectly. Right in between his. Her soft, soft hand. Beautiful hands. Everything about her was Beautiful. He choked back a sob and climbed out. He went over to one of the chairs and got out a bottle of wine. He Uncorked it with a loud Plop. He thought about her. His beautiful princess. He could almost still hear her voice whisper quietly reciting poetry in his ear from that one night. They had danced shortly afterwords. He took a swung of the wine. Strait out of the bottle. Why did she have to die? Why!
He let the tears flow out. Why? He loved her. His frame shook with his great wracking sobs. He never cried ever in his life. He never thought there would ever even be tears because he had assumed he had no tear ducts. Everyone could come to him for everything because he was like a rock. He could handle things and process them better then most people. He was very logical too. But what was the logic in emotions? Love? Why when it hurt so much! He thought for once he might have a chance. And he did and like that it had t be taken away form him.
He was stuck unable to move on. Another swig and another. Nuala was dead. he could not bring her back. He could go there to where her grave died but...He couldn't face her corpse. It would cause to much grief. All of these things the humans called emotions where flooding over him. It was horrible. maybe at one point he had been human but now it was too late to go back. But the emotions laid there.
He just wanted it all to go away. He wanted to die. Go with her where ever that might be. If there was a heaven. That was a human invention though but maybe there was a heaven waiting for him and Nuala. But maybe he was meant to die here alone. All alone.
All alone... that was a thought that took over him. He took another long sip of the bottle clearing it out and smashed the bottle against the wall. He went over to it and picked up a long piece of the broken transparent fragment. He touched the cold hard shiny piece and pressed it to his wrist. Deep into his wrist but not deep enough for it to kill him. Not deep enough to cut. He could feel his heart racing. He wanted to do it so badly. But what is the point. If the other knew they would laugh at him. This was al over a girl he liked. Loved. He loved her... no he Loves her.
He put it down unable to go through with it. It wouldn't change things there was no happy endings in real life. Only misery and the occasional cruel glimmer of false hope. He laid there against the cold hard wall surrounded in shard of glass not caring if they piercer his skin. Not dying physically, but emotionally form the loneliness. If only he could die... if only.
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