The Endless Love Finally Ends

The calls infuriated him, but at the same time shattered his heart into pieces. Tears of anger and sadness rolled down his cheeks as he walked back up to the house. He slammed the door, wiping away the tears with his dark sleeve, and noticing on the hall table, the picture in the silver frame of Duo laughing after Hilde had jumped onto his back, the first picture they took together, on their first date, before their first kiss. When he thought his heart couldn’t sink anymore, it did, he saw instead of his face in the picture, he saw Trowa’s. His right hand clenched in a tight fist, his short nails began to dig into the flesh of his palm, even if their wasn’t much to pierce through it with, and with the other hand, he flipped the picture, the ruined memory, down on the lace covered table.
He cranked the music on the surround sound up as high as it could go, Papa Roach being one of his favorite bands next to Weezer, he blared ‘Last Resort’ as that was the song that seemed to represent what he has feeling at the moment. The words ‘..Would it be wrong or it’d be right, if I took my life tonight? Chances are that I might…’ kept ringing over and over in his head. He sat on the couch in the dark, a can of beer in hand, as the song repeated itself again and again, more and more cans piled on the table and floor. He gripped into the last can he had, crushing it instantaneously, the fury burned in his cold cobalt eyes.
”I am shinigami, god of death, destroyer of worlds and of lives, bearing the truth and cradling the fear, it is my time, to give up my position, as I cradle now only rage and sadness, and I destroy my heart and my life..” The young priest of nine-teen rose from the couch and made his way to the bedroom, the lyrics still trailing in his mind, “..Would it be wrong or it’d be right if I took my life tonight? Chances are that might..”
As they traveled through his mind, he took from the drawer in the dresser, the revolver, completely loaded. They had only had it in case of emergency, but right now, he was too drunk, too heartbroken, too lost and confused to care about what he was doing. He rose the barrel to his temple and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and swallowing hard, he muttered, “I only hurt the ones I love, so Hilde, I can’t love you… you’ll only get hurt if I’m here.. it’s better this way…”