"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

A tear splashed down onto the wooden floor, next to the pained smile of the one lying there. There was sorrow. There was relief. Each one went to it's opposite. Lying on the ground, bleeding. Leaning over the other, crying. It should have been the opposite way, really. Blind eyes strained against their darkness; straining to see the other's face. He smiled without humor, catching a tear before it scattered into a million diamonds on the floor.

"It was my choice. Only mine."

A pause filled only with the sound of breathing and tears followed. Regret filled the space. Another tear was scattered. Blind eyes closed for a moment before opening again.

"But I was the one who decided to go out alone."

Blinking, the figure sighed slowly. Blood was still flowing. There were no more bandages in this decrepit mansion. They had all been used up.

"I'm so tired. So very, very tired."

"N-no, you can't go to sleep. You can't!"

"…I'm so exhausted. But- but I just can't sleep. I'm so tired."

"…I-is that what you want? To go to sleep?"

"Yes. I'm so very tired."

"H-how can I help?"

There was a soft sob at this. Eyes softened as more tears were scattered across the floor. Both of them knew what was to come. They were both so very tired. So tired of the running, the worry, the horror. They couldn't deny the other relief from all of that. They were not so selfish as to do that. A small smile appeared, tiny but genuine. There had been no smiles for longer than they could both recall in this horrid mansion.

"That lullaby we used to sing. It would help us go to sleep."

"Do you want me to sing it?"

"Yes… please do."

Tears were suppressed as a shaky breath was drawn in. Soft singing of a lullaby of long before laced through the air. It was sweet, the sound of a childhood long since forgone. The breathing of both figures calmed, both relaxed as much as they could. A child's lullaby. He was so exhausted. He needed to sleep. Blind and blue eyes closed. Both of them were so tired. As the lullaby reached into its last notes, there was a soft sigh. The sigh of one finally finding his sleep. Diamonds shattered on the wooden floor. Millions and millions of diamonds, each finding its life short and brilliant, ending with an explosion of a million tinier diamonds. They all shattered.

There would be no morning. There would be no mourning.

A/N: So... there's my depressing, obnoxiously vague HetaOni oneshot that I randomly decided to do. Cheers!