I actually hit 100 reviews! Thank you all . I almost want to cry, I really love that you all like my work to leave a proper review on it, and it makes me so happy. So, please enjoy the new chapter.

P.S I see you all are nervous, so I assure you it will have a happy ending. Originally, I wanted to make it a sad ending, but I changed my mind.

How would life look like for people, who are living each day, without a heart beating in their chest. It may still physically be still there, but you would feel like a hole was open in the place, where the red organ was supposed to be beating.

So let's take a look in the life of two people, who had lost something precious in their life. For who can actually live, without a heart beating in their chest?

First, lets go to the household of one Izaya Orihara.

The young raven was moving out of the kitchen, with a tub of chocolate ice-cream in hand, blanket over his shoulders, his nose running and swollen red. He went into his room, about to watch a marathon of romance movies.

At least, that would be the scenario if this was a T rated fic about high-school crushes. This is a story about ruined lives, so there was nothing so cliche here.

Mrs. Orihara did try to drag him out of his room, several times, including his sisters.

''Iza-chan, please come out of there. You've been in there for 2 days and you haven't come out of there yet. Are you hungry dear?''

A bit of silence, and then a muffled 'no' came out of the room.

''Are you thirsty? I'll bring you some water, sweetheart.''

And not listening to his protests, she fetched a glass of water, opening the surprisingly unlocked door, meeting a dark room, seeing the bed with dark drapes closed shut. She pushed open the silk curtain, to reveal a tuft of raven hair, that matched her own, sticking out of the black blanket.

Mrs. Orihara carefully touched his head, making the grumpy young man pop out of his nest. His eye's were puffy red, since he had been crying from the moment he came home from the confrontation of his ex-lover.

He didn't want to come out, he didn't want to talk to anybody. He was ready to push the outside world away from him forever, if it meant he wouldn't get hurt again.

He thought, that finally being the one to throw the other away, would make him stronger, but it only showed how much he missed Shizuo. He didn't think it would hurt him so much, when he realized he was the one for him. He made him feel like he belonged in his arms, he made him feel at home, he felt like his large hands could protect him from the dark, scary world, that wanted nothing more but to hurt him. And they did shield him, for a magical time. But as soon he was out of his embrace, the world bared it's teeth at him, hurting and biting at his soul, draining him of all happiness. There was nothing to say anymore. He was utterly empty.

Mrs. Orihara gave him the glass of water, watching as he drank it until it was empty. After he finished it, his mother ran her delicate fingers through his hair, soothing his pain as best as she could.

''Baby, it's going to be okay. I am not forcing you to forget him. You can live as you wish, you control your own life, and all I want for you is to be happy. But, you will feel better if we fix you up. Let's wash you up, change your clothes and then we'll figure out what to do next, okay?''

After these past days, Izaya was finally able to smile. So he let his mother drag him out of the bed, put him in the tub, and with the help of Mairu and Kururi, they helped him wash his hair, something that they hadn't done together since he was a child.

He felt his body was at home. But not his heart.

And... then there's Shizuo Heiwajima, who had turned to mindless drinking again. The light in his eye's had gone out, as if a light bulb had stopped working. He moved around like a lifeless body, only opening his mouth to down a mouthful of alcohol. It didn't matter if it was wine, vodka, beer or anything else. He only needed the burn in his throat, to know that he really did feel something.

His father didn't give a shit, his maid Kanra was doing anything in her power to help the young man to come back to his senses, and Vorona was nowhere to be found. All he heard about her, was that she was away on a business trip with her father, since she was really good with the economy or something, but Shizuo just was happy she was away.

His temper got the best of him on some days or hours. One minute, he would look and act like a zombie, the next, he was demolishing the entire kitchen or any place in the house, that actually held a memory of Izaya.

Then, as if like a mad man, he tore down the wall to his Izaya shrine, falling to his knees, asking for his forgiveness, as if the shiny pair of scarlet eye's could answer him. He stayed in the room until he fell unconscious, as Kanra dragged him up to his room.

It all went downhill, when Vorona finally came home. Shizuo went on a rampage. He called her names, demolished furniture, he tried to do anything, that would make the girl get scared off. But nothing worked.

The stoic girl didn't even bash an eyelash, just put up with him, and the blond felt like he was a small child being looked down upon.

That day, Shizuo had been drinking on the floor of his room, when the girl tried to pry the bottle out of his hands, to actually talk to her, when he threw the bottle at her face, a shard grazing her eye, and leaving a claw- looking scratch on her eye, making her look like a street cat, who had been in a brawl.

Shizuo didn't care if she was hurt, too lost in his intoxication, until his father came in his room, yelling something about punishing him greatly about the act he had done, before slamming the door shut in his rage.

As Shizuo staggered to his shrine, his mind was only filled with the images of his soulmate. He lived and breathed him. He knew in his mind it was an obsession, but he knew, if Izaya was to return to him, he would turn back to the way he was before.

He opened the trashed door of the room he had gifted Izaya with.

Only to be greeted with it completely trashed.

And the only thing that mattered, was that his world, that he laid in the two, lifeless eye's on the wall, was destroyed by two spray painted words of 'ENOUGH ALREADY'.

He fell to his knees, because he knew.

His entire world was finally taken away from him.

Forever.

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