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Some God who Couldn't seperate the two.

The television was off.

Daylight shown through the open crimision curtains.

Beer bottles, wine bottles, and one of Vodka, all in various places, on a dirty kitchen counter. Only one was halfway finished, spilling it's brown liquid on the floor, the others had been perviously emptied less than two hours ago.

The new owner of these was a room away from the kitchen, in the dinning room, looking outside through a sliding door at the snow falling down from the early dark morning, like they were feathers that someone dropped.

He was sipping down a can of beer, his mind hazy from last night's first drunken raid in over a century.

The blonde had thrown up twice but kept going, ready to even bring out the rum from him and his former partners room if it helped keep him numb.

Once finished with the beer can, discarding it in a pile of aluminum cans to his right.

He felt the weight of a silver band on his wedding finger.
His purple eyes look at it, before taking his right fingers to carefully take the band off, and bring it to his lips to set a kiss on it, before having to attempt seven times to get it on his finger.

Last nights events ran through his head.

He had gotten a phone call from his Papa at eleven at night, as he paces around the house, a white dog, and a bird following him with the same anticipation.

"Matthew, you need to come to the hospital." Was all he could remember the deer man saying before he drove off.

His papa told him what hospital, and fear ran through Matthew as he typed in the coordinates to his GPS.

Matthew felt he was an idiot, they both were.
It was a stupid fight about drinking, how much Gilbert had been drinking, and if anything was eating at him.

Then Gilbert just snapped.
He left, and drove off.

If only Matthew guessed that he was Suicidal.
If only. God, If only.

He did guess actually but didn't want to believe it. He should of, he should of. Satan in Hell he should have.

Gilbert ran into a tree on a country going 89 down a country steep hill, and the car slipped on ice.

Matthew stayed at the Hospital four four hours, talking to Gilbert, even though the man died within three hours of Matthew arriving at the Hospital.

His brother had to take him home.
"I'll come back tomorrow okay Pooh Bear?"
Matthew said before disappearing behind the doorway.

The reality hit him around four, or five in the morning, and he hadn't slept sense then.

Instead he was sitting by his back porch, drinking the many drinks Gilbert left behind, trying to fill something else the the white haired male left behind.
His broken heart.

His animals, concerned about their master tried to stop him, but Matthew pushed them away.
Somehow they stated away.

Finally, as the sun set into the night sky, the blonde young man felt himself falling asleep on an old red couch, he swore that his beloved was sitting right beside him as he waited to lay with his lover.

Alfred arrived the next day with the Canadians friend from Russia.

The other man, Ivan. Can still remember hearing Alfred broken sobs as he held a dead body found by the back porch.

The doctor said it was Alcohol Poisoning.
Ivan swore though, that it was some God who refused to separate the two.