Lost Time {Burke x Bane drabble}

Lost Time

     It was so sudden. Why of all people, why would they do that to him? He was sweet, merciful, why would they ever do that to such a forgiving and wonderful person like him? Burke turned off the video footage and tossed it across the workshop, not being able to down anymore of the video that had been recorded on the body-cam of guard 26. Haphazardly, the old architect sat in his chair and held his head in his hands. He shifted slightly to reach across the workbench to grab one of the letters Bane had sent to him months prior about the baby moose the Gamekeeper had decided to name "Black Nose," which he would nurse back to health as his own. He never got to writing a response back to him. Burke felt something warm run down his trembling cheeks. He was doing something he hadn't done in years. Crying. Tears dropped from the old mans eyes onto the letter below. Feelings of grief, anger, and guilt flooded through him until he was about to combust. He threw all of the spare pieces of scrap metal and blue prints off the work bench with one swift sweep of his arms. He fell to the ground in a large, sobbing, heap. Burke's cries filled the workshop, not caring if the DeRoss family heard him. He felt glued to the floor, absolutely frozen and numb. He could have saved him, if he wasn't so absorbed in his work he could have saved him! The depreciating thought just made his old bones tremble and sob more.
     Hours had passed. The early evening had turned to sunset in what seemed like minutes. Burke had already downed more bottles of vodka than his drunken brain was willing to count. The workshop was dark and cold, and here was Burke, still a mess on the floor. He looked over to the empty bottles, some of which he had smashed in fits of anger. Every time he closed his tired eyes the only thing that showed up was the terrible footage. The image of the bear trap being forced onto his lovers head was the only image that surfaced his mind. He told himself in the morning he would put all of his work into guard 26 after today, he would modify them to their utmost extent, making sure nothing like this would ever happen again. Burke's intoxication began to fuzz him mind and make him extremely drowsy. He closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore the heinous pictures filling his conscience. He began to feel himself drifting to slumber on the cold concrete floor, letting the sleep engulf his senses. Burke's dreams were much more comforting than the harsh truth. Visions of spring afternoons in a forest clearing, chatting and catching up with one-another.
     Everyday after Bane Perez' passing, Burke longed to see the gentle Gamekeeper once more. He counted the days, waiting for death so he could make up for lost time.