Empty. It was all gone in an instant... all the little things that reminded Nikolai of Fyodor were gone, and the scent he got so used to was fading with each breath the man took. His heart was aching, his head pulsing and his hands trembling as he held what were the remains of the one he called his friend.

"You really are gone... Dos..."

Muttered the white haired man, his usual cheerful tone no where to be heard, as if he never even spoke like that in the first place. What a tragedy.