Gone.
Gone, and never coming back.
One simple movement was all it took to unleash pain, suffer and hurt.
He didn't know.
There was a dead silence. It was shock. Unexpected. Tension hung in the air like a bad scent.
His Mind raced with thoughts of pain. Then came anger. Anger overtook The Mind.
All e wanted to do was scream. Scream in anguish, and sorrow. But he stayed silent. A silence that killed. Glassy eyes stared at the spot where he had previously stood.
No one knew. He didn't know. It was behind him. Expectations fell. Faces looked sullen. No movement took place.
Not a single person could justify the point of it. It was unnecessary. Redundant, even. And now He was gone. And then came denial:
No. It wasn't true. But like the pounding of a hammer, reality was pounded into The Mind. Reality. It had happened. Only moments ago everything had been good. But now it wasn't.
Hours past within the minutes. And those minutes were unnaturally long.
Blood ran cold. And the as soon as it had, it hadn't. Blood stopped all together, and turned black, black as the heart. A heart which had metamorphosed into nothing but a beating organ, unneeded, for He was gone.
He had shed no blood, remarked by a The Mind. A floating black soul amongst all that was ungood.
Unloved.
It was all undone.
What they had shared was now gone. Gone like hope, which had disappeared, along with everything else the world had contained.
The love had died along with Him.
Him.
Unloved. There it was again.
No more would they talk.
No more would they laugh.
No more would they anything.
No more would life be lived properly, as it had been meant to be.
This was a fault, a mistake. But, were there ever mistakes? Beliefs were brought into question by The Mind in shock. Questions that were answerless.
Death.
Black.
A horror had manifested itself deep inside a black mind, void of everything natural. A horror of thoughts and questions, The Mind would never dare voicing. Questions of why.
He was no longer human. A human did not experience these things. Things of which Satan himself would fear.
The emptiness of it all was unnerving. Unnerved. Unreal. Unnatural. Not at all meant to be.
Realization had struck hard. Like a wrecking ball, destroying everything in its path.
Destroyed. The Mind was deteriorating slowly, giving away to insanity, slowly rising, and pulling The Mind down, drowning in sorrow. Replacing everything with nothing.
What was real? Because the course of reality had been shattered by a stumble.
Just a stumble. All it took was a stumble to kill Him. To The Mind, He was strongest force known. A light in the midst of Dark. It killed hope and all good emotion that inhabited in the mind.
All emotion was now gone.
Just a blank, blank, stare.
But maybe he would come back.
Hope.
Maybe.
But in the back of the mind he knew that that was a lie. A black lie that caused too many hopes to rush through a now dead mind.
For all he had known, loved and cared for was gone.
Gone, and never coming back.
Gone.
