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It would be a lie if 007n7 said that he couldn't remember how much time had passed since the disappearance of his son–c00lkidd. After all, he was counting the days, hours, minutes even.
He didn't have much to do other than that. Spending every morning searching for him, and every night rotting in bed, no strength to do anything aside from think about his past actions, and to what he did that could led to such reckless situation and having to say goodbye to his son. The pure guilt overshadowed any need for food, sleep, and shower.
The hope dies last–but his hope died the second c00lkidd went missing. He was his hope, his light in the black and dull world, a reminder that he could be someone else aside from what the words around him made him seem to.
That he could feel human, feel loved, take care of someone, of his own son. But now the house was empty, c00lkidds items scattered around the way it was left the day he went missing. He couldn't bear to touch any of them. He couldn't bear to look at any of them after failing his only job as a parent–to keep him safe.
The once chittery, lively and comfortable house returned back to its old state. Cold, empty, and full of regrets of the past that he wouldn't ever be able to fix. To never see that smile that would bring more warmth than any hot weather or sun could do.
007n7 buried his face in his hands, letting out a soft sob in the living room. The pure realization that he lost his world and everything hit harder with each time, causing painful stabs at his heart.
It wasn't easy to overcome that. He wouldn't be able to. Ever. But was it even worthy to overcome? Why should he deserve to feel better after what had happened. 007n7 couldn't blame anyone but himself. His recklessness.
In his mind, it was all over. All attempts of being a good person, a good father, seeing c00lkidd–his son grow up, graduate, start his own family–will never even happen anymore.
Those thoughts just brought him down each time until 007n7 was at his lowest point, if that was even possible.
He took a deep sigh, trying to compose himself, as the only good decision he made in the past few months for himself–in his eyes, was to help the world get rid of another scumbag that couldn't even protect the only person he had and valued.
007n7's hands weren't shaking anymore. He wasn't afraid. He just accepted it. It was his fate. To rot away in the house, with no one to even check up on him, no one to care, and no one to stop.
"I hope to see you again, my little one."
He closed his eyes, placing the firearm inside his eyes, not feeling afraid anymore.