*Alright I would advise not reading this in public, just because it is gonna be really sad. And I am not completely caught up on Sjin's farm, so there might be a few things different about the house.*

TW: Blood and such

I stumble through the fields of gold to the magnificent mahogany house. I start to run, tears once again blinding me.

I start yelling, wanting nothing more than to see the bearded architect. I make a beeline for the house, but stumble when I see someone waiting for me.

“H-hey Xephos, what are you doing here? I thought you were off working at Hole Diggers?” I don’t know why, but I wasn’t planning on telling him about the letter, or that I was coming to see Sjin.

As I get closer, I start to see his face more clearly. I notice his eyes are all puffy and red, like he has been crying. I stop in front of him and crouch down.

“What’s wrong honey?” I ask, worried something bad has happened.

“Sips? What are you doing here? You can’t be here, you have to leave. I will meet you back at the factory soon.” He stands up and starts pushing me away. “I will explain later, I promise. Only if you leave, right now and wait for me at the factory.”

Xephos is a terrible liar. “Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Where is S-” My voice falters. “Where is he?”

“He- he’s in there, Sips. Top floor.” I quickly push past him, to oblivious to see the signs.

I hastily climb the stairs, his name on my tongue, when I see him.

I walk toward him slowly, taking in what lay in front of me. Sjin lays in a pool of his blood, a piece of paper in one hand, the other resting on his heart.

I drop to my knees in front of him, checking for a pulse I know isn’t there. With shaky hands I reach over him and take the crumpled piece of paper.

“Sjin. . .” I breath out. “What did you do?” I read the note, then look at him. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you come visit?” I say, voice rising. “Why didn’t you tell Xephos? Why didn’t you come talk to me? Why didn’t you. . .” My voice dies in my throat. I feel Xephos’ arms around me.

“Why didn’t I?”