AN: Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been active, (school and what not) but I haven't been feeling very motivated to write but I just made a quick angsty one-shot of sad klaus bc I'm in my feels and wanted to post it!
(I apologize in advance)
-x-
He makes his way to the academy, still is shock, moving solely on muscle memory.
He fumbles with the door, the once shiny gold doorknob stained with blood, he didn't care.
Inside the academy, the halls dark, no one around to hear the wet sob that escapes from him, the chandelier that once hung proudly from the ceiling, broken on the floor.
He stumbled up the stairs, holding the railing for support. Blood, blood was everywhere, his hands his knees, his face, and now wiped upon the home (not so much a home more of a prison) he grew up in.
The blood remind him of the pain, the sorrow... the love, but also the lost.
He found the bathroom, turning on the tub, the white porcelain now red. He stripped of his filth covered clothes, his hand wonders over his vest for a moment, the shock is wearing off and he starts to remember. Closing his eyes and taking a breath he throws the vest with the rest of his clothes. Now broken and bare, all but the dog tags.
He steps into the tub and practically collapsed. The once pure water poisoned with the dirt and blood of war and loss.
All he do is sob and think of him... Dave.
