𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐭 3𝐀𝐌, 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌

Assault of suicidal hearts

❛ Fuck Jean, let me go ! She fucking killed Sasha ! ❜

Despite his many complaints, Connie was not released any time soon. He was burning from the inside out, so much that he could have scalded himself.
Everything seemed so blurry around him, so crazy. He was like the battlefield of denial and acceptance. His poor head was reeling, and he couldn't take his eyes off the snowy corpse of his friend.

❛ You're on their side, aren't you ? Why don't you want me to shoot her ? Huh, why ? ❜

shouted the youngest to his comrade. Jean shook his head and took Connie to a separate room. He was totally overwhelmed by emotions, and he was no more and no less than the field where good and evil clashed.
His only desire was to slaughter this girl, to kill her properly.

Everything had been taken from him, his mother, his entire family, and now his Sasha.
Five minutes ago she was standing next to him. Five minutes ago Connie's right arm was still around her shoulders. Now she seemed so far away, even her voice was starting to slip away.
Then, a day will come where he'll wonder what her voice sounded like, what her facial features were, how she spoke, ate, dressed.
On that day, he'll pull the trigger, and the sound of the gun shooting its piece of lead straight into his brain will echo in his gut.

Yeah, that day, the day he forgets all about Sasha, he'll shoot himself.

But for now he still remembered everything, even her smell. He remembered her in her entirety. He remembered how much he adored her, how much he loved her.

His lungs burned, he felt them squeezed, about to implode.
Connie was crying like no human had ever cried before.
It was like he was trying to drown himself.
Like he was trying to kill himself.

And all those feelings that were shaking his poor head, it hurt like hell. It was as if he had taken all the misfortunes of the world with him, taking them to his grave.

It was like an assault of suicidal hearts, and his would soon be blown up.