"You were a good fuck, but that was it. I don't love you, I never have and I never will."

The last tie that was holding his hope together snapped. Malik turned his head away from Altair. The cutting stopped, but the blood still wept from his mangled arm. Malik felt an icy, salt water tear slide down his cheek. Dizziness filled his head. It felt as if he was floating on a cloud, high above the world, with little to care about. But in reality he was laying, strapped the floor in a puddle of his own blood as pain shattered his body and his heart fell apart to a million pieces.

'I am going to die' he thought, the world travelling ever so slowly.

'I am going to die and Altair will never know how much I love him'

Malik's eyes rolled back. He struggled to keep his eyes open.

He was aware of a loud bang coming from a distant place. But it was too late. His world had already turned black.