Once again, you found yourself in that endless stream of thoughts and consequences.

You had argued with him; you loved him, but sometimes his behavior, actions, and words didn't bring much comfort.

You stepped out to catch some fresh air, but when you returned to try and clarify the situation, there he was. The crimson hue of his arms mingling in the bathwater.

"I'm sorry," he said while gazing at you. You were his reason for living, and perhaps, his reason for dying as well.