Peter was losing himself. He couldn't stop thinking about Emil, it had only been a week since the teen killed himself right before the younger boy's eyes. And no matter how many times Tino and Berwald told him it wasn't his fault, Peter knew it was. 'I could've done more... i could've grabbed the knife before he did it... but I just stood there and argued. That probably made him want to do it more...' And over and over again Emil's final words replayed in his mind... "stop trying to fix what's already broken..." Peter knew he was right. that Peter couldn't fix his broken family, that he couldn't bring back Matthias, or Lukas, or Emil. But he still had Tino and Berwald and that had to count for something... right?

Why did Matthias have to hang himself? Now our whole family is falling apart. the history our heritage has been stitching for 100's of years is coming apart at the seams. No it's not his fault nor Lukas' or Emil's. It's no ones... this was going to happen at some point...' "BUT WHY NOW?!" Peter couldn't stop the words or tears from flowing he succumbed to the sobs, he didn't have the strength to fight his childish instinct to curl up, his knees to his chest laying on his side, and cry. He knew crying like a little kid wouldn't help anything, but he couldn't help it. Because no matter how strong he tried to be he was still nothing more than a kid. A kid who just a month ago would have been in the park with his uncle, having the time of his life. 'but how can i do that now? my uncle is dead, all of them...

Peter's crying was stopped abruptly by a knock at the front door. Peter got up to answer it wiping away his snot and tears as he walked towards the door stopping in front of it, turning the knob slowly. "W-Who is it?" Peter asked trying to keep his voice from shaking. "Peter! Peter, I'm so sorry i heard about Emil" At the late teen's name Peter's tears started falling in fresh batches no matter how hard he tried to stop them "Oh come here you poor love! there, there, Arthur's got you... It's okay, let it out..." The taller green eyed brit comforted Peter while holding him in a strong, yet warm embrace. "It's okay Peter, Big brother's got you...

Now Peter I came to speak with your parents do you know where they are?" Peter nodded "Y-Yes, they're d-down the hall in te first b-bedroom on the left, I think..." "Thanks." Arthur stood up, and started toward the hall where peter pointed. "Um Tino? Berwald? um I'm here like we agreed!" "Oh hi Arthur..." Tino came out of the room his eyes and voice dull.

"Oh yes, so i'll be taking Peter for a little bit, while you take some time to recover from this experience right? Like we agreed a week ago?" "Oh yeah... yeah here i packed his bag... just take it." Tino shoves a suitcase into Arthur's hands with a small hint of loathing in his voice. "Okay i'll be back with him soon. And if you need anything, anything at all, just call i'll be there if you need anything and i'l be more than fine returning Peter if you wish to have him back." "Okay... we'll bear that in mind..." "Bye!" "Goodbye mom and dad!" "Bye Peter...

It had been almost a week since Arthur came by to pick up Peter like they had all planned... Tino and Berwald were alone together. Tino was scared he didn't know what to do he had promised to stay around for Peter and Berwald but the voices that told him to give up grew louder... He was going insane he didn't want to leave his child or his spouse but he was losing it how can he comfort when he needs comforting too?

"'I can't do it... what if Peter thinks i don't love him?' 'But you want to! don't you?' 'Yes but that would be cruel and family comes first!' 'Like your strong enough to keep up this 'act' you aren't his mother, or his father! you never gave birth to him! Nor did you fertilize his mothers' seed! you're not even related in the least! you adopted him!' 'Yes but i still love him and what about Berwald?! what would he do?! i can't lose him! i won't!' 'hmm? him? he doesn't love you! he only uses you! he never loved you! how stupid are you?!' 'I-...' 'face it you have nothing! NOTHING!'

"Your right... I know what i have to do..." Tino walked over to his spouse who was reading a book on the couch. "Honey... I can't do this... I-I want to end this misery... i'm sorry! i love you! but I can't do this! p-please forgive me... if i do it!" Tino flung himself onto Berwald, and sobbed.

"I know... I feel the same way... I-I was about to tell you the same thing..." Tino looked up at his lover's face, tears streaming down his shocked face. "R-really?!" "Yes..." "Berwald?" "Yes?" "I'm gonna do it... but I don't want Peter to think we hate him... but I'm losing it I-I'm going insane! and my mental state can't keep this up... I hear voices... And i can't let Peter see me like this... It will hurt me no end. And it would be cruel to force Peter to see this side of me!" "I understand i'm feeling the same way I can't stay like this, but I can't go without you..." "Me neither... Berwald what do you say? End it together?" Tino held out his hand for his spouse to take "Together..." Berwald took his wife's hand.

"Well here we go... I can't believe i'm about to do this... Berwald? are you ready?" "Yes..." "I'll see you in Valhalla..." Tino took Berwald's hand and in the other held a shotgun. "One..." Tino placed his gun in his mouth. Berwald did the same. "Two..." Tino said the word clearly through the gun. as he said this the guns clicked, getting ready to make the fatal shot. "Three...

Shot...