Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or any of its characters.
Authors note: Angst ahead! Ok you've all been warned. Review please-cause this is my first story here and I want to know what you all think.
* * * He had come here to end it all. Alone in the apartment with his memories as his only companions he sat on the floor. He studied the gun in his hand, rethinking his decision one last time. His mind ran itself through the same thoughts it had many times before. How had it come to this? And yet, he knew it was the only way. After deciding for the final time that he was making the right choice, peace swept over him. He was relieved that it would end, that he would no longer have to be hurt. He wavered only for a moment when he saw the picture of himself and Shuichi. There would be someone else for him once he was gone, someone better. With that thought he slowly raised the gun to his head, its cold surface caressing his temple, and pulled the trigger.
Shuichi heard the shot and ran even faster. He reached the apartment where Yuki was sitting and stopped cold. He saw Yuki sitting leaning against the wall with a gun slipping from his limp hand. There was blood. Shuichi walked slowly toward him, unable to believe what he saw. Yuki could not be dead. And yet he was. Tears sprung from his eyes, both from sorrow and from anger. He knelt down next to Yuki and reached toward the gun. There was no way he could live now that he was alone. He raised it to his temple and pulled the trigger, at least in death they could be reunited.
There was a click, then nothing. He fired again and again, but every time he was disappointed. "Yuki, how could you?" Tears streamed down his face as he threw the revolver across the room where it landed with a clatter. "You killed yourself and didn't even leave a bullet for me." * * *
Authors note: Angst ahead! Ok you've all been warned. Review please-cause this is my first story here and I want to know what you all think.
* * * He had come here to end it all. Alone in the apartment with his memories as his only companions he sat on the floor. He studied the gun in his hand, rethinking his decision one last time. His mind ran itself through the same thoughts it had many times before. How had it come to this? And yet, he knew it was the only way. After deciding for the final time that he was making the right choice, peace swept over him. He was relieved that it would end, that he would no longer have to be hurt. He wavered only for a moment when he saw the picture of himself and Shuichi. There would be someone else for him once he was gone, someone better. With that thought he slowly raised the gun to his head, its cold surface caressing his temple, and pulled the trigger.
Shuichi heard the shot and ran even faster. He reached the apartment where Yuki was sitting and stopped cold. He saw Yuki sitting leaning against the wall with a gun slipping from his limp hand. There was blood. Shuichi walked slowly toward him, unable to believe what he saw. Yuki could not be dead. And yet he was. Tears sprung from his eyes, both from sorrow and from anger. He knelt down next to Yuki and reached toward the gun. There was no way he could live now that he was alone. He raised it to his temple and pulled the trigger, at least in death they could be reunited.
There was a click, then nothing. He fired again and again, but every time he was disappointed. "Yuki, how could you?" Tears streamed down his face as he threw the revolver across the room where it landed with a clatter. "You killed yourself and didn't even leave a bullet for me." * * *