((A.N. And I'm back :D ))
Alan left the small room that they shared and slammed the door behind him. It has been a long night already a long night and he didn't need Ronald yelling at him to make it worse. The small brunette sat outside the hotel on a old wooden bench looking up. Inside the room was still Ronald, however not for long. He didn't have to stay here any long, the mission was complete, he could go home without a second thought. And that's just what he did.
The next day Ronald was suppose to have off, however, knowing that he'd have nothing better to do, he decided to go in anyways. The moment he went into the building he was greeted with accusative look by those he was friends with. When he reached Eric the man just about socked him in the face! Ronald shook it off before going to his office. It wasn't five minutes before there were cries of agony and grief as it sounded like a gurney was rolled down the hall. The blond didn't bother to look out into the hallway seeing it was something he probably didn't want to see anyways. A little after that Eric can=me barging into his office. Ronald jumped at the sheer force of the door flying open then slamming back shut. The younger blond looked up at Eric who glared down at him. "You" the elder growled lowly "This is your fault!" Extremely confused the younger asked "What?" "He's dead. It's your fault, if you had been there..." Eric's face melted from anger into a grief stricken expression. Ronald didn't need any further explaining,he knew who 'he' was. Dear gods what has he done. His stomach felt like it fell to the floor. The elder was right. It was his fault. Alan had an attack, if only he was there, maybe,just maybe, the man may have survived. He should've followed him out, not just let him gave Ronald one last disapproving glance before , shaking slightly, broke into sobs when his elder left. That few nights that they had spent together, Ronald had grown to love the man. And now he was just...gone. The blond couldn't do it with out him. As depressing thoughts overtook him mind his eyes wandered off to his death scythe. 'Only one thing can kill a reaper' Ronald recalled from his training 'his scythe'. The blond reached for the lawnmower shaped scythe and pulled the ripcord. In a matter of minutes the contraption was over him and tearing him to shreds. Grell, whom was passing by, heard the noise and curiously poked his head in the redheads eyes widened as he released an ear splitting shriek. William came running to the redheads yell and froze when he saw the sight. "No.." He murmered "Get hes arms I'll get his legs" The raven haired man called to his co-worker and together they brought the torn apart reaper to the Intense Health Unit, but it was too late. the man was already dead. When his hand fell limp a piece of paper fluttered out of his hand. Grell bent down to pick it up. The paper read 'I can't do it without him. I loved him. I truly did.'
Two dead reapers lay side by side, one had left so the other had died. "I couldn't do it" he said in a note right before hi slit his throat. Look at the window, right outside, they're carrying the two, the two that died. As I recite their ending to you, they're burring them now, burring the two. Six feet under the willow they now lie, ever since the day they died.
((And that my friends, is the end of this little story))