This could be applied to any one of boys. Use your imagination. I dk why I wrote this... really really depressing... to me, anyway.
I don't like depressing stuff..... and yet I wrote this.
Weird.
Have fun w/ it.
They say that when you lose a lover, it is as if you are ripped in two.
Not for him.
There is nothing left of him to rip.
He cries, but he can't feel the tears.
He looks, but nothing can be seen.
His fingers reach out into the dark, but he can't touch anything.
All he can do is listen.
He listens to his own tortured screams as they pierce the air around him. The sounds that his body emits into the abyss no longer sound human.
They cannot even begin to summarize his pain.
Voices call out to him from the void, crying his name in a vain attempt to pull him from his misery, distract him.
He doesn't even recognize the name they call him. The part of him that responded to that word contained her.
He is nameless without her.
He waits to die, but can't wait forever. He knows that death comes for him. He longs to feel her icy fingers clawing at his heart. He longs to join his mate in silence.
But he is already dead. He has been since he watched the life drip slowly out of the only thing had ever loved. Despite their desperate attempt to stop it, warm blood slipped through his fingers and pooled on the floor. Precious warmth that could have kept them both alive if only it had stayed in her, wasted because he wasn't fast enough.
He could feel himself dying before the first drop was spilt.
He is gone already, waiting in a world filled with memories, an empty house filled with still pictures. He bides his time, knowing that soon the doors of this house will be unlocked and she will come walking in just as she was. His house will be full of color and life, fueled by what his body has given up. He feels no pain here.
His body still screams for the part of it that is gone. It longs for the warmth of its mate, but she is already gone from this world and her warmth has fled. It continues to ache for the touch of its counterpart.
It will scream forever.
Death is on her way. She will settle the body, placate it. She will unlock the doors of his house, let in the life.
Death will quiet the screams.
He can feel her touch already.
Mmmmm... deep
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