BREAK ME! <3
There's no one left.
"And a sugar-coated happy ending to everyone," she'd said to him once. He should have known it could never be that simple. Did know. Didn't believe.
The thick metal of the bracelet is suffocating. He blinks to blue for a nothing of a second before returning with a spectral shiver -- he can see them, he can see them under the ground, coloured forms with bright cores of soul carved out. Apollo clutches his arms to his chest against the cold.
Terrible, tragic, group murder, took the daughter too, and that inspector, just promoted a few months ago, can you believe it, just terrible. Suspect still on the loose. Or they caught the suspect. Or there is no suspect. Rumours feeding on rumours and Yomiel knows the truth and how many times, how many lives does he have to live how many times does he have to kill everyone everyone just to disappear himself. How many rounds does this record have to spin before it breaks.
Apollo sighs, heads towards the entrance. It was a quiet ceremony. There was no one left to grieve.
