Firefly Glen [M] stop, don't save yourself

Charles stood and watched, paralysed, as his best friend and the man that he loved were crushed. It was as if an epiphany as he watched Osiris swiped down easily by the giant bear. What a fool to undertake such a venture. But then again, he'd always been a fool — a proud fool ruled by emotion. The death of Leta hurt him more; her scream haunted him as he watched her, already long dead. He couldn't even see the shattered remains of her body at this distance, but he wasn't about to find out. Osiris wanted his revenge, but instead he found his death. Why had Leta even engaged such a dangerous affair? Charles remembered that he had said he should go along to protect her, because she was unable. Fuck, he didn't mean like this.

They were fools, both of them, but they were fools that he loved.

The only two fools he had ever loved, and Leta the only one who'd loved him back. His bestest friend. Crushed before his eyes.

Fleetingly he thought of @Bronco, @Lunaria and @Dhalia — none of which were here — and then he grit his teeth and turned around and started to run. Charles wasn't good at a whole lot of things, but he was good at running. Good at being fast, good at running away from his problems. He'd run all the way here to Firefly Glen, so why shouldn't he be able to run away this time, too?

He'd stayed for Leta, but she was gone.

He'd longed for Osiris, but he was gone.

There was nothing left here for him. Later maybe he would come to regret setting aside his new friends so easily, but currently he didn't believe them to be his friends. He'd had a taste of what it was like to be loved and have friends, and it was ripped away from under him with the death of his best friend and the object of his sick dreams.

Charles ran and ran and ran and he didn't even really know where he was going.

He just knew he had to get out of here.