Disclaimer: Nope I don't own it.
A/N: I apologize in advance, this is kind of a downer.
He lived in a darkness of his own making. Ever since his family died nothing had shone quite as bright.
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One lunatic was all it took. One lunatic with a gun and it was all over. Two shots rang out, aimed at him but ending up hitting another target. More shots and three people came running his way. There was nothing to be done. She had died instantly. Her green eyes - no longer sparkling emeralds - stared blankly at nothing in particular.
This was not supposed to happen. They'd survived Red John, the ultimate evil, and then a punk with a gun had ended everything.
He couldn't breathe. Fear was constricting his airways. He was trying to stay calm, but couldn't. He was heaving for air, each breath more painful than the previous one.
He'd never thought of air as a necessity, it was just there, ready to be utilized. But right now when he desperately needed it, he might as well have been standing in an airtight vacuum in outer space.
He felt like he was drowning. The lack of oxygen was making him woozy, his head was spinning, and his eyesight had become blurry.
His whole body went numb, and he fell to his knees.
His rapid breaths, now mixed with tiny sobs, made it even harder for his oxygen-starved lungs to sustain a normal breathing pattern.
And so he blacked out.
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She had been the glue that held everybody together, and without her they all scattered, each following their own path.
He had nothing to do and nowhere to go, and he couldn't stay at the CBI.
She had been his air, keeping him alive, and now she was gone with the wind, and had taken his ability to breathe away with her, leaving him squirming like a fish out of water.
What was man without air? How long would he be able to be self-sustainable? He had already learned to live without the sun and the stars, but also having to cope without air, seemed like yet another impossible task that he would have to endure.
Why was he doomed to suffer such heartache?
She had always been his saving grace, but this time she had died saving him and subsequently left him alone to save himself. It was too much for him to handle, but he went on living, having learned death is the easy way out, and he still felt like he deserved to suffer the guilt. Zombie-like he wandered aimlessly through what was left of his life, not acknowledging what was going on around him, longing only for the release that death would eventually bring.
And when the day came, he wasn't surrounded by friends and family crying for the life lost. No, he died as he had lived, all alone in the darkness.