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Chapter Forty

Her funeral dragged on for what felt like a century. Lyle was a complete mess, but at the same time emotionless. The only thing keeping him going was the tiny bit of sanity left in him followed by the ultimate amusement of his own torment.

It's been a year, she's been dead for a year and he couldn't bring himself to do much anymore. Usually grief leaves but he refused to stop feeling bad, his mental health was almost completely gone. The year had gone past slowly, his hair was now snowlike white due to the amount of stress and he cut it shorter, it's colour opposed the dark circles under his eyes from his plethora of sleepless nights.

Now he laid staring at the ceiling of his home, he didn't do a thing, he was contemplating whether or not today would be the day, and he decided it would. He got up and went to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror and trying to compare what he saw to what he used to see which was hard due to his appearance change.

The things he did in the year without her were... sickeningly regrettable... As he got dressed in front of the mirror he laughed a bit, "You damn well deserve what your going to get you psychotic asshole." He said to his reflection as he walked back toward his living room, standing in the centre he pulled a knife from his pocket and held it to his throat.

He took a deep breath, his twisted smile showed no regret as he went closer and closer to his neck before his cell phone rang, it was Nina.

He answered,
"...hello." He spoke and she immediately responded, speaking quickly and loudly.
"Hi Lyle I'm just calling to say that I'm coming to visit you..!"
"..."
"So I'll be there in a minute, I'm already in a cab."
"..."
"please speak Lyle..." Her tone was now sober and quiet.
"..."
"please...."
"..."
She sighed and proceeded with a normal voice, "Well see you in a few minutes." She said hanging up, now he had to do this quickly.

He glanced around the room, Bandits old stuff was laying around but Bandit had died three months prior due to old age so Lyle had no dog to guard the door. He decided getting it done before she got there would be the easiest way.

"I'm sorry Nina." He said, bringing the edge to his throat and a smile blossoming on his face, tears began to stream solemnly down his cheeks. "I love you too, Cass." He said with one quick swipe and a second of silence before blood came rushing out and he spit out a bit of the crimson liquid, which now ran down his chest from the slit in his throat and down his chin from his mouth.

He fell to his knees and laid on the ground bleeding out, his smile was twisted and greeted with an end as the room began to fade out of existence for him. Right as he began to close his eyes he heard a knock on his door, proceeded by a few more and Nina's voice.

"Lyle! Lyle I know you're in there!" She spoke slightly angrily as his vision faded to black and his heart stopped. She began to panic, slamming at the door for a good ten minutes, tears streaming down her face, and her screams for him going unheard upon his corpse.

She stood outside, the sun beating down on her, it actually was quite a nice day and she could see Cass' grave from where she was standing on their homes porch, the lookout spot that Lyle and Cass visited all the time was where Cass now laid peacefully in death, and Nina stopped panicking for a second as she glanced at the far away spot.

The sound of the police Nina called disrupted the silence but not the peace that Lyle and Cass now accepted in lung failure and suicide. Serene, the only way to describe the sun shining and the leaves falling on such a perfect day such as that day.