Lightning cracked across the sky and illuminated the tears on his face. Quiet, soft, and heartbroken sobs resounded in the silent apartment. He replayed the events of the past few hours over and over in his head. He just wanted to make sense of what happened. He just wanted… to understand. He sighed deeply looking at the bouquet that had been long forgotten. He winced at the pool of blood sitting next to the flowers, staining some of the once beautiful white petals red. "Dammit! Dammit Arthur!" The words left his mouth dejected and pained. Why did you do it baby? Why did you… his thoughts trailed off as he saw flashes of that frog in bed with his love. His blonde haired, green-eyed, and bushy eyebrowed prince. "Fuck!" He nearly retched on the floor from the pain, but he refused to remove the broken glass slivers from his hand. The pain was the only thing keeping him grounded now. He needed it. He needed to feel it and let it in. He dragged himself off the floor to stare at his reflection in what was left of the mirror. His normally vibrant blue eyes were dull and lifeless. The continuous question crossed his lips and tasted like acid on his tongue. Why?...