A Bloodborne Tragedy

Sho's POV (Part 2)

He'd quickly lost track of time, ignoring the setting and rising sun. He didn't sleep anyway, so what good was that to him? Before, he'd only paid attention so he could look normal. Hide away at night and come back out when the morning comes and his day shift starts. But now he was practically dead. Nobody had even come to search his home, see if anybody was still residing there. Subconsciously he was thankful for the lack of intrusion, knowing he'd be sick with himself once again if Daniel's words came true. If he was a monster. As if the destruction of himself and his house wasn't enough to prove it.

Now the once clean and well groomed man
looked mad. His long hair, usually soft, was flat, almost greasy in his unclean state. The white ends were tattered and tangled, browning from the dirt on the floor. He was restless, wearing clothes ripped until they were unrecognizable and looked like sewn together cloth scraps. Yet all he could think about was who he had lost and the many ways he'd lost him. It wasn't the first time, but nonetheless, this time was different. He had new scars, new stories, a new life. But his voice, his face, his personality, was undeniably him. The same person he'd ran away with years and years before. It made his heart ache knowing him but meeting him again as a different person. And the way he looked at him like a stranger, apologizing awkwardly at their first meeting. It made him remember who he was before, who they both were. What they could've been together, and what took it away.

He sat, scratching at his many gashes and remembering the past, losing himself in the memories. He reminisced about the poor peasant boy who'd stolen his heart, knowing what would happen if they were to be found out. He fantasized about Daniel's gentle hands caressing his back as he hummed a lullaby and softly calmed him. He swore he could almost hear the way Daniel's voice cracked after he confessed his infatuation with the man in the middle of his family's field. Such sweet things he remembered like it all happened yesterday, but he couldn't even remember when yesterday was. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the sun or when he'd stood up last. And just like that, his one love, gone. That's what was so bad about the truth. People leave. At least that's what Sho's experience has been thus far.

It was an indefinite amount of time he'd spent before he finally heard it. Knocking that started meticulously slow and unsure, before speeding up and growing in volume. "Sho?" He said quietly with a gasp when he opened the door and saw the broken down ruins of the house.