Silence

Drown Your Sorrows

Allyson walked in to find her caregiver sitting on the sofa. He had a blood stain on his shoulder and March had blood covering nearly the entire left side of his face, spilling from a gaping hole in his head.

"M-March..? Justin, what happened? Why is there blood everywhere?" she questioned frantically, backing into the front door. He looked at her with a solemn expression, his eyes holding no glimmer of life. He teared up once more and looked down to the ground, muttering incoherently. Allyson inched her way over to the duo and examined them timidly, too in shock to be very scared.

She could clearly hear his frantic chants, and she grew worried for the man she grew to love. "I'm worthless. I should have done something. He didn't deserve this. It was meant for me. I should die. Come back," and many more phrases alike spilled from his lips. Her blonde wings wilted and lost their guarded stiffness as she realized what happened.

"I-I'm so sorry Justin... We have to get him to a morgue.." her nervous voice rang out through the quiet room. He stood up quickly, standing in front of March's body like a guard dog, and spread his wings defensively.

"He's not going anywhere. Get me a drink." he growled angrily. She flinched and nodded, tearing up as she made her way to the kitchen and grabbed the first alcohol she found. Vodka. Her unsteady hands gingerly set it in front of the man, who was now cradling his dead lover once more. He snatched the bottle up and flew to his bed, chugging as much as he could. It burned his throat as it slithered its way down, but he knew it would dull the pain, if only for a while.

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Allyson, after Justin had passed out, took the body to the morgue, praying she'd be alright all on her own this late. She was raised to be afraid, and with good reason, considering the dead psychic in her arms. She fled quickly to the one place she could go when nowhere else was safe. Paradich's house. He was the younger brother of March, and she'd have to break the news to him anyway.

Justin was a mess. He couldn't stop the scene from replaying in his mind, thinking that maybe, if he had done something different, his love would still be with him. He hadn't eaten or bathed since it happened, relying only on alcohol to suppress his feelings. 'Allyson should be home soon..' he thought, sadly. 'I hope she's okay.' He obviously couldn't say these things to anyone's face, as the alcohol made it difficult to enunciate, but he cared throughout the toxins he filled his body with.

Just as he presumed, Allyson walked through the door timidly, not wanting to anger the drunken male before her. "J-Justin... you need to eat something... I doubt you've eaten." She muttered. His temper flared and he snapped his head to look up at her from his place on the bed.

"What do you know?! You weren't here!" he shouted, throwing the empty bottle in his hand at the wall. It shattered loudly, spraying shards of glass around the floor. The terrified blonde squeaked, covering her face with her wings.

"I-I'm sorry Justin!" she forced out before running away, presumably back to Paradich. He huffed and picked up another unopened bottle, this being his third. His golden eyes filled with tears once more, and he tried to wipe them away, only succeeding in helping them fall down his once rosy cheeks. Falling to his knees, he sobbed loudly, the pain in his chest telling him this was all just a bit too much.
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aaaa okay here you go more sadness. i hate writing this bc its sad but i love writing this bc its so fun to watch people suffer lmao. enjoy