He fingered the black velvet softly, a chilling voice in the back of his mind serenading him with a bewitching melody to which his heart sank painfully.
The casket was as ebony in color as the onyx hair of the man within it.
The box was open, and his face was ghostly pale and his skin, cold to the touch. In the dim candlelight, shadows that were cast upon him stole the pure moonlight from his features, bathing him in darkness. I'm sorry. And he lay still as his brother silently, secretly, mourned him.
xXx
I'm sorry. It had been one week of sorrow and heartache; his voice had weakened, his strength faded with each passing day.
And they couldn't help him.
And on the night, exactly one week later, as the cruel rain beat down heavily on his heart, Wolfram had taken his leave from the castle.
He had been silent and quick, but had taken one last look at his home before departing. His hair stuck around his face with the increasing dampness, but he didn't care.
The rain stung him roughly, but he had not even noticed.
xXx
They had found his bed empty the next morning, the plain white sheets cold and smooth, un-slept on.
The war had torn them all apart. Gunter was dead, as was Annisina. So was Huber. And Gwendal.
Human and Mazoku, pitted against each other.
But it had taken the last death to tear his heart in two. Yuuri.
xXx
It had been one year before the war. They had been happy. Together.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked the raven-haired man, smiling as he saw that their hands were touching.
"To a place where we can see the stars," Yuuri had replied, tugging on his fiancé's hand.
"The stars?"
"That's right," he said, beaming as they reached the hill, "The stars."
And he had smiled as he had seen just how beautiful they were. And how much they reminded him of Yuuri.
xXx
He had never been to that place again. He had wanted to go with Yuuri, but he had always been too busy.
He thought of that moment often, though.
xXx
A mere two days after his brother had been killed, the Maou had, too, been struck down.
He gripped his hands on the reins, salty tears combining with the thick rain. Eyes closed, he forced himself to move onward.
Perhaps he would go back to that hill again. Alone this time.
I couldn't help you.
He had truly loved the other man. It was completely one-sided, but he hoped to tell him. One day.
One day too late.
And, fingering the silver engagement ring in his pocket, he continued on his way.
I'm sorry.
xXx
A/N: A bit more angsty than I had originally planned, and it was supposed to be much longer as well. I got done watching the third ova today, and somehow, it inspired me to write something dramatic. Go figure. Anyway, after the last Kyou Kara Maou fanfiction I wrote, I'm hoping this one is up to standards. It's similar to the other one, but somewhat different. Anyway, review and favorite, as always. Thanks for reading!
