Murdoc looked over at the window; the rose was dying. It had been a rose 2D had given him only days before their fight. It wasn't for any special occasion, only a small token of love, as 2D had done too often. Murdoc stood and emptied some of the water from the vase; it would help the rose dry out and keep its perfect form, like all the others 2D had given him. 2D, the blue haired angel that Murdoc had loved so dearly. It was better this way, and Murdoc knew it wasn't over for good. The mere thought of 2D caused a tear to drop from the bassist to the rose below him; the first tear that had fallen since their fight, since that night where Murdoc had to rip both he and the vocalist apart in a desperate attempt in saving the singer from himself.
Murdoc put the rose back in its place and miserably sat down on his bed, the tears continuing to form in his eyes and pour down his cheeks. He cried; cried for the pain he put both of them through, cried for the stress he had put on himself in aiding the singer, cried for the love they had for each other, and cried for the hope that in the end, things would be better, and 2D would be saved. He cried until the tears stopped flowing, until his pillow was soaked with despair and sadness, and then, in a small attempt to relieve himself of his misery, he laid his head down on a clean pillow, and forced himself to sleep.