I open the door with a thud. Feliciano's right. I can see his body, lying in a pool of his own blood.

How... how could Feliciano do this to himself? I was supposed to protect him, to keep him happy, to prevent... this.

And it's all my fault. I made Feliciano do this. Dark feelings of guilt, regret, and sadness pour into my heart. For once I can't control my emotions.

The tears. The salty water that drips from my eyes mixes with the blood all over the floor.

Memories flood into my mind as I stare into Feliciano's eyes. His broken, destroyed, amber eyes.

A little girl, singing in a field of flowers, holding a push-broom. It's such a sweet little voice, it reminds me of Feliciano. But I won't be able to hear that voice anymore. To see that smile I love so much.

Looking around the room, I see no sign of a silver lining. I kneel down next to the body, to see if there is any hope. I check for breathing and signs of life.

In Feliciano's hand is a diary.