doom desire

Don't mind me, this is just more pointless writing fail drabble. Move along now!  15/08/2013 20:10

"You'll be happier here. Stay with me." He rose to a sitting position on the leather sofa. "It's all about money, isn't it? This is the perfect option for a girl like you."

She grimaced. What did he mean by 'a girl like her'? She wasn't only after money. That wasn't what was important to her in relationships. Was it?

"That's not true. At all." Her eyes remained glued to the expensive carpet.

"Oh? Your string of former toys all seemed to have that in common... except for the one black sheep." He chuckled softly.

"I think my choice is clear. I'm leaving."

She rose to leave. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around.

"Don't go."

The eyes that were always so carefully sealed with a layer of coldness and indifference were now different. So different. So pitiful.

Pulling free from his grip, she met his gaze eye to eye.

"I knew all along what sort of future you wanted for me. I knew all along, yet I still followed you blindly. Because... because I loved you. It breaks my heart to know we can never be together. Maybe, if we both lived in a different world..." 

Her tone grew wistful. She slowly shook her head.

"That was foolish of me to say. Good bye."

She turned and began to walk away. A sharp pain shot through her heart. She thought it was merely her emotions, the sadness she felt parting from him forever. It was only when a glimmer caught her eye that she glanced down and saw the blade piercing through her chest.

He inhaled deeply behind her, gripping the handle of the knife in a feverish delirium.

"If I can't have you, no one will. Not him, not anyone!"

She gasped, coughing up blood. She fell to her knees as he pulled the blade from her body. Shaking hands crept to the open hole in her chest. Blood flowed forth, soaking her palms in a torrent of red. 

He towered over her, a blurry silhouette at best. Life slipping away, she gathered all the strength she could muster and looked up at him. Tears welled up in her gray eyes. She said his name for the first time in an eternity.

"N-Noctis... I--"

She closed her eyes and the tears fell, sliding down her cheeks and onto the floor as she collapsed, a broken doll. Her body trembled, a dark pool of blood growing beneath her like a spreading poison. With one last breath, she went still.

He fell to her side. The only person he ever loved was dead. He had killed her. There was no other path, except to end everything for himself as well.

Another world awaited.


The blond's eyes were unreadable as he stood over the crumpled bodies. The authorities had questioned him, as he was the one to arrive first on scene when she hadn't answered his calls. He called the authorities, confirming that the individuals were indeed him... and her. They left him there to grieve, to offer brief condolences before the bodies were moved away.

What no one knew was that beneath his calm exterior, his emotions were boiling. He could feel the rage churning in his stomach like a volcano, the sorrow choking up his throat as if he were drowning.

He resisted the urge to grab the dark-haired man's body and beat the shit out of what was left. How could he do this? How could he? The most obscene curse words could not begin to describe the filth that was the corpse littering the floor. He turned his attention to the slender, smaller form lying lifeless on the expensive carpeting. He knelt and took her hand, which had long gone cold with the chill of death.

He closed his eyes, all the sorrow erupting forth and wrecking his body with uncontrollable sobs. She meant everything to him, but she left him not knowing that. With his only ray of sunshine snuffed out, he was back to before. All alone, in a world that he neither understood, nor ever wished to know.

He welcomed the hopelessness and despair.

-- bad ending --