Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-28412230-20170325210808

That was it.

''Leon was now at his breaking point, and after of what the ombre had done, he no longer forgave himself. But what really broke him was that Harvard was now the bane of his existance, which only made him sob uncontrollably.''

His body's in the back of the complex...

''He kept himself lying on the ground, contemplating on what he had done, however a few thoughts stuck out to him. Maybe he should've been murdered by Tina as if it were fate. Maybe Leon was better off without him if he didn't knock on his apartment window.''

''For what seemed to be like an eternity, he rose from the ground, his eyes puffy from his tears and his expression was that of a lifeless husk. The ombre approached the elevator, pressing the button that lead to his apartment.''

A week had passed ever since he murdered Liam.

''In between that week, Leon had decided to completely ignore him as if he weren't there, although kept his company with Adrien, who tried to comfort and reassure the two like a therapy dog. Harvard, however, had become a broken mess. His skin had gone paler than before, his ombre of black and light brown hair was left untreated, and he was significantly skinnier to the point where anyone could see his ribcage.''

He felt empty, lonely, disappointed in himself, but more importantly: depressed.

''Harvard grumbled awake, wearing only his boxers as he sat up from his mattress, stretching his malnourished limps before slipping out of bed. He grabbed a blue pen and a slip of post-it note from his nightstand, glancing at his backpack.''

It was time.

''TEST-450 walked up to his backpack, zipping open the dagger he had killed Liam with in cold blood and went to the restroom, closing the door quietly as Leon slept on the couch in his usual heap of blankets, unaware that the door left a small creak for the Golden Retriever to go in. He took a long, hard look at his almost skeleton looking body. '

Harvard sighed, clicking the blue pen as he wrote on it without hesitation, '"Leon. I love you. Don't forget that. Goodbye." 'He strangely smiled, placing the post-it note on the mirror before turning on the faucet with warm water. He was ready for his own demise to begin.

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