hero
Hero sighed, tossing restlessly in his bed, the atmosphere dark and gloomy. His room was messy, and had a thin layer of dust on it, except on some places. He slowly sat up, his frail hands gripping the bedframe tightly, his thin frame hunched over and defeated. He winced from gripping the bedframe so tightly and cradled his skinny hand in his chest, crimson liquid seeping from the half healed cuts trailing from his wrist all the way to his forearm. Tears stung his eyes, which was glowing faintly, illuminating the room ever so slightly. He slowly got up, his eyes swimming in grief, and rummaged through his drawer hesitantly,dust floating in the air, disturbed by the movement.
He paused his search as a picture fell from his drawer, floating slowly down to the ground, where it stayed, waiting to be retrieved. His eyes followed it's moment, his anguish multipled tenfold.
"Why Steve...why? " He whispered brokenheartedly, tears streaming from his face, leaving a line across his tan face.
It was a picture about Steve in a dashing tux, with Alex,her aburn hair curled up and in a wedding dress.
He sighed deeply, and stopped his search. He withdrew his hand.
It was a rope.
He notted one end into a loop stiffly, and took a deep breath, swallowing rapidly.
His breaths came in short quick bursts and his heart was hammering.
He took one last look and the newly married wed.
The next morning, Steve was found kneeling beside his body of his good friend, weeping his heart out, for the man he never loved as a mate, but as a friend.
My friend wanted me to write this. I don't normally write romance depression thingies.
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