this isn't the last chapter, remember that! I just needed to add this!
Lost. Too much time was spent on him. Too much. They needed to get over it. It wasn't the first time they had lost someone. Holy Rome wasn't the same though. Anything that had happened in the past was better than this. Part of them seemed to be lost in tears and music.
Shock. The world was blurry and his head was heavy. The wine had definitely taken its effects. Another letter had been received prior to him falling back on this stores. The wasn't ready to get ready though, just one more bottle. The world will make less sense then, No?
Despair. Hidden underneath the warm covers and the sweet smell of the rose water, he mourned. The warmth of another distracted him from it, but the feeling was closing in. He couldn't just let him go unnoticed, forgotten. Then again, why not just make love with his boyfriend and eat tomatoes, it was
Their anniversary.
Mourning. The events of the day were rushing by too quickly for him. Nothing was organized, no plan, everything just jumped out at him like a tiger. He wasn't taking this right, his only family was dead. It shouldn't be the time to make proposals, watch over people like a babysitter, and chase after polar bears. He needed time to mourn, but was just too caught up in the world.
Triumph. They had done it. Taken the blows, beaten the bad guys, won the war. He had his boyfriend, who was a lot nicer than his brother anyway. For their heroic defeat of the evil, he had gone against him. Called him a villain. They were the heroes and he obviously wasn't. They were the ones who triumphed in the end.
HeartBroken. He was falling apart, watching everything he loved slip through his fingers. Rage, and anger hadn't solved anything, In fact it had made it so much worse. Everything he thought of just brought him down. Any reminder of him, just cracked his shattered heart. He was a nation, and they don't come back. Heartbroken forever.
