Dead.
Gone.
Passed away.
Moved on.
How ever you say it, he's gone. Forever. He's not coming back. My green-eyed angel has left me.
I pull the knife out of my bag. I promised. I said that I would stop. But he's not here. No one is. I'm all alone…
HPHP
The blonde hair is drenched in blood as he slumps on the floor. His chest rises as he takes one last…