Rating: M (trigger warning for suicidal indications)
"R … in—"
His voice coming out in a choked whisper as forest eyes widened in absolute terror. Rin's eyes met his as he walked into the bedroom, but they were not the same eyes he'd woken up to earlier that morning. They held no warmth or life — they were empty, and he could feel his heart tearing to shreds at every passing moment.
Makoto had known that the redhead still hid his demons, probably in the deepest depths of his mind. He'd been doing his best to be there for him and not pressure him, but still letting his boyfriend know that he was there for him no matter what. Rin wasn't the type to talk about his feelings, that he knew well. But he never thought that it was this bad … Why didn't he see it? Why didn't he look hard enough?
"Rin, what do you think you're doing? Didn't you promise me that you … that you wouldn't leave me again? Can you really break that so easily? I know that … I know that you're suffering, but please. Please, don't go through with this. Put your problems on me; lean on me more. I understand that it's hard for you to open yourself up and make yourself vulnerable. I know you hate showing your emotions, but it's me. It's you and me. No one else has to see these parts of you. I'll take them in and treasure them just as I cherish every other part of you. I will love them. I love every part of you, Rin. So please … if you're going to pull that trigger … if you really are in too much agony to continue living, then let me go with you. I don't want a world without you. Let's go to the next life together. If that's really what will help you and make you happy, then that's what we'll do. Together. I won't leave you."
Slightly tanned fingers wrapped around Rin's, finding it far easier to guide his hand down, the gun dropping to the floor with a clank. Makoto quickly wrapped his arms around the smaller and held him tight to his chest, rocking slightly and mumbling words of love. They'd be okay. He'd make sure of it. He'd help Rin get through this. And he'd come out happier than he'd know how to handle.