What he noticed first was the rain.
It tickled his forehead. Dripped down his hairless scalp and his nose; it ran into his eyes as he stared into the night.
Well then. That was it.
His body shook, and the cold began to seep in. Cringing he bent his head down, hands hiding his face. The hole in his chest was beating, threatening to bleed over. He could feel the rainwater stinging in the cuts that ran criss-cross around what he called his heart; he could feel each drop seep into the scars that spelled out her name.
His eyes saw nothing but red and black, his head ached with the physical pain. Giving in, he sank to his knees in the empty street and raised his head to the sky.
'Well. Is this what I was destined for?' he didn't voice his query, rather sent it thousands of eons away, to the place where his parents were.
'Was I destined to hurt and be hurt for what I had done? Was I destined to stay here alone? To become the most powerful, most villainous, hated creation on this fair planet?'
'Was it destined that I would be forsaken so?'
Tears mulled with the rain as they fell from his eyes. He could still feel her, in small ways. Her hand on his arm, or in his hand, or her arm slung over his shoulder because she was laughing so hard. His lips still tingled from the touch of hers; they ached for that glorious sunshine ray to return.
He would sit for a while longer, the melancholy seeping into his bones. Only after the rain had washed away the feel of her from him would he rise and begin the walk towards home.
An empty home. He steeled himself against the pain as he walked, turned himself from the broken shell of a man to a frozen, robot creature. He would feel no more pain; he would feel no more joy. He would shut himself away from the world that could hurt him, and focus on his original goal: Complete and utter control of Metro City.
Life would continue. The rain would still fall. And by every thing he had ever known, life would go on without the presence of Roxanne Richey.