Tonight. I will take my own life.
He studied this words over and over again, the smoke on his hands has been consumed by more than half already and the coffee was dead cold for sure. A lonely six-shot revolver rested at the side of the porcelain mug. He could hear the whispers of the steel, calling him, mocking him, seducing him to embrace her and end all his grief and misery with just one click.
For some reason he enjoyed this dare. While sitting alone in the darkness of his own kitchen. Not even the kitchen's clock is doing his classic ticking sound. Such peace, such calm; it just as they say "the calm before the storm"
"Well, fuck it." He took the old revolver, it was cold. Loaded with a lone bullet into the drum and let it spin "Here goes nothing."
With the barrel against his temple and taking a deep breath (YN) (LN) decided that this was the night that he will kill himself.
*click*
First one was a no go. Mumbling curses and insults, he loaded the next shot, surrounded by gloom and the invading smell of cigarette. How long since everything came downhill and his days only turned into work, come home and grief all evening?
His eyes were attracted like iron to a magnet to the photo he has on the wall. All the police department officials were on it and he was no exception. Kamado Tanjiro, Zenitsu Agatsuma, the now retired Kocho Shinobu, even the grumpy Sanemi Shinazugawa was on it, there was no one left out.
And he was there, they were side to side like always, like brothers. But that will be no more.
It won'tbe the same never. All because that incident six months ago, he can't remember exactly how much time has passed. With a damned face, you pressed the trigger again.
*click*
Nothing. With a grunt, he put the weapon down, maybe he won't die today, after all he has to pay for your sins.
"Please..." another load, can he end this madness or is this just some clumsy parade?
(YN) began to pray, if someone is really listening why did he have to pass through all of this? To deserve a punishment such as this one.
Again the cold steel was pressed against his temple, naming all the gods he could think of in a vain prayer to end his own life.
Finger on the trigger, self confidence at the floor and the moon in the night skies, just like in the beginning. Just one second, it was just a second needed to blow your own brains out of your head and then it will only remain darkness and death.
He felt lucky with this one, something was telling him that the bullet was in the chamber this time. Now only a little push will be needed and this will all come to an end.
His (E/C) eyes fell to the paper in front of him and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
Tonight I will take my own life.
*knock knock*
Huh? Not a click but a knocking sound came to his ears. Running a quick inspection to the gun, he realized that indeed it was a weapon, and there's no human way that a pistol can do a knocking sound. It could go *bam* or *blast* but a knock?
Again the rumbling sound filled the atmosphere. A knocking sound over wood, it's the door after all.
Taking a glimpse at the clock (YN) realized that it was past two. Who will come to knock his door at this hours of the Afterdark? Not a single name popped into his head, if it was because of work they will surely call him by phone, not even on emergencies.
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Afterdark (Aoi x Male Reader)
RomanceTonight. I will take my own life. He studied this words over and over again, the moment on his hands has been consumed by more than half already and the coffee was dead cold for sure. A lonely six-shot revolver rested at the side of the porcelain mu...