His chest felt as if it were being tightened up; bound so tightly it was like a spring coiled up ready to explode any moment.

He watched her fall to the ground with parts of her skin stained in crimson splatters, her mouth dripping with liquid as bright as a ruby.

It was as if his vision had begun to move in slow motion, watching every agonizing motion of her body as it fell.

He could do nothing, he felt useless.

There was a thud, but he heard no sound.

He was deafened by anger; deafened by sorrow, and deafened with the thought of betrayal.

To him the world no longer existed; she was his world even though he was not hers.

His mind was filled with rage, his eyes brimming with hot tears of hatred.

His old self was gone and replaced with one who was far from his old self.

Would he ever find himself again?

Or did he die along with his world?