Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-28412230-20170609201637

"... I guess I do deserve you leaving me."

''Harvard simply concluded, a hollow feeling in his chest before delicately picking up Leon's engagement ring, examining the minuscule scratches on the gems and silver. He eventually rose up from the pavement, watching his beloved walk away from him as if the two had never met - as if they were strangers to each other.''

Approximately fifteen days had passed, and the time only did him worse.

''It felt like a repeating, neverending cycle. Depression crippled him to doing his daily routine, which made him only to shelter himself in his own bedroom, barely rewarding himself with any sleep, food, or any more interactions with the children or Leon - understandably. Most of the time, Harvard would simply look at his corpse like body in the mirror, ferociously scratching his scarred forearm that imitated his attempt.''

''On the subject of him, he surprisingly stayed in the apartment, taking care of the children on their own, although he had to get out of the apartment to eat. Some nights, he even heard himself break down to sleep, occasionally wailing resentments indrectly to the ombre. Just hearing those broke his heart multiple times, knowing that if he had the audacity to clarify, the hatred towards him would only grow, and divorce would be prominent.''

''The only thing he saw himself as was a murderer, a monster, no one who deserved unconditional love. Of course, the only remnant of bittersweet he would find was Leon's engagement ring, which kept it's scratches and chips throughout the delicate craftsmanship.''

''When the afternoon sun shined down on the bedroom, Harvard grumbled irritably, waking up from an hour long sleep before he weakly slipped out of the mattress. He inhaled sharply, scratching his scruffed jawline before putting on a faded violet robe that was a little too big for him, considering how malnourished and skinny he became.''

''Another day to waste, he thought to himself, grumbling silently while making his way to the restroom before his phone buzzed an enthusiastic ringtone from his nightstand. Harvard turned his head toward the sound, approaching the nightstand while picking up his phone, checking who the caller may be.''

Orion.

Nonchalantly, he blinked his exhausted royal blue eyes as he answered, only to be greeted with a muffled, ear-splitting screech of what seemed to be tires on a motorized scooter.

"Yeah?"

''"Sod! I've good news!" the blonde chirped cheerfully, screeching his scooter to a halt once he was at a red light, "We've finally go' th' beachhouse done, an' yew an' Leon'll move in! An' don' worry, we'll handle th' bills."''

''"Oh, great..." Harvard hesitantly responded, his tone becoming offputting as it sounded uninteresting and overall tired.''