Absolute first time writing a fic. I know it looks crappy but I'm gonna expand on it... In the form of a prequel. Feedback = Love.
When the heart has died, what happens to the soul? And when the tears have dried, what happens to the windows to the soul?
Kris stood at the edge. The very edge. The very edge of the skyscraper, the very edge of hope, the very edge of life. And for the first time in what seemed like eternity, a single tear rolled down his face.
Life. Death. The never-ending cycle. What was the meaning of life? To be given all you ever wanted just to have everything taken away in a split-second? To have everyone leave you? Everyone to just leave without a single glance back at you?
Life. The very core, very meaning of it is just purely and simply, death.
Kris wiped away the tear and smiled. One never knows what is after death. But they can always fantasize…
And just like that, he spread his arms, closed his eyes and stepped over the edge. His last thought, Adam. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I ever had. For you will always be at the end of it. Watching. Waiting.
Loving.