-PROLOGUE-
Did you see it? The smile that was wiped off his face.
A man stood there alone, his hair covered by darkness, his face scarred, his left arm ruined. He gasped for air, standing there. Before him, the bright horizon, but the sky was blood red. His voice crackled, he realized his voice no longer worked. Tears wouldn't even fall. He tilted his head a bit, facing the left. There he was was blood and debris, mixed together. He spotted a hand, holding another's tightly, as if it wouldn't let the other go. It was destruction, he realized. Pure destruction, the buildings and such were wiped away, leaving only ruins, just like that dream.
His right arm reached out, staring at the rising sun.
The day have survived again, he thought. He looked to his right, where normally his most dependable companion was, but now shattered and destroyed. No longer recovering. His eyes were dead, his skin slowly turning from gray back to normal.
Damn you, Noah.
Damn you.
He couldn't even scowl, nor grit his teeth. He couldn't feel his legs, but they were still standing. How much he wanted to go back home, eat a meal, go to sleep. By his side, he noticed a knife. Such a precious object, silver colored, stained with blood.
His friends' blood. They tried to stop him, you see. They tried to save him, but it was all in vain. The enemy was destroyed, his friends too. What's only left in this landscape was himself.
Slowly, he stumbled down, he reached for the knife.
Damn you, Noah, he thought again, taking the blade of the knife as his blood seeped through the cut.
Damn you. His eyes felt dry, but he could feel it, the small tears gathering up.
I won't let you do what you want, his thoughts were scattered, it was hard to think.
I won't. He noticed he was already crying.
Slowly, he sat up, he knife stained with his own blood in his right hand. He tried moving his left, but it couldn't, so he gave up. Quietly, he raised the knife, examining it. The blood was glistening by the sun light. He stared quietly.
His mouth opened slightly, his silver eyes dead, void of life.
"...!" He mouthed, tears falling, thrusting the knife into his neck.
Did you really think I'll let you die? You're a funny lad, funnier than my old friend. But hey, you do know that killing yourself will lose your life?
If you die, you won't be able to live.
Shut up, Noah, let me sleep.
You stupid? I won't. I'll keep bugging you until you wake up, dumbass.
Just let me sleep. Please.
...I can't, though. I can't, even if I wanted to.
What do you mean you can't...?
You killing yourself with me still alive here, is the worst result?
...?
You'll live, even if you just thrust that knife into your throat. You'll live.
But just this time your human side won't.
Your soul will live, your human side won't.
...What do you mean...?
You'll live, Allen. But just this time, as the Noah you hate so much.
You killed it, Allen.
You killed your human side.
But... Who knows, maybe you'll wake up in a different place, where no one recognize you, Allen.
Even your closest friends, everyone.
Cause right now...
You're the only Noah left.
The only reason why I called this "eating dinner with eggs" was actually just from thin air. I mean, a lighthearted title doubles the tragic effect in a sad story *shrugs*. Please review!