Northstar Vale The Boy Who Lived

They arrived. Lambs to the slaughter. Ready to have their hearts broken. Today the roles had changed. His heart had been that which lay torn and tattered. Now, it was Reiko's turn to learn the pain she had dealt him. Now it was her turn to live a life on anguish for however long it took. He wanted to rush to her side and hold her. He wanted to make the pain go away. He wanted to her to be healthy and smile once again. 

There was the internal battle yet again. 

 Vespera stood awaiting the words she already knew he was going to say. She knew what must take place. She knew the depths to which they must dive. 

But Hiromi...God poor Hiromi. 

 His eyes landed on her small frame. He sought out her light pink eyes and his golden ones welled with tears. The interesting thing was. They weren't fake. He didn't want to break her. He didn't want to do this damage, but it was necessary. He needed to break her before all of them to bring this lie to life. He needed her to seethe with regret. Please, God, remember you have a son and find strength in that. 

 He came close to her and he let the tears flow freely. He let them dampen the fur on his cheeks and leave him almost breathless. He appeared to be searching for the right way to say it, and in truth, no matter how many times he had practiced there was no right way to break a heart. 

 "He's gone, Hiromi," Collision let out a breathy sob at what he was doing. He vowed to never hurt anyone, but he knew this would divide her, "Yuudai's dead. And I'm so sorry. Awenfen said his lungs were punctured after the battle with Takeshi," a sob released from the boy's body and he was shaken with pain. Anxiety crawled over him.

 He had to press on. He had to do what was necessary. 

 His eyes flashed to Reiko and though the tears continued to fall, though his heart continued to shatter, he spoke only a single line more, "And it's all your goddamn fault,"