Hi, it's me again. I don't know if this will be any good, but call it a reaction to Ryo-kun's death. As normal, all I own is the plot bunny that spawned this and a piece of cheese. Other than that, sorry.

I make an allusion to four songs in this fic. Three are by Evanescence, and one is by Rob Thomas. There not straight out allusions, but pretty close. Cookies to whoever can get it.

For as long as I remember, love was just a word to me. But then I met him. And my whole world fell to pieces. He was the only one who could piss me off without even trying. He was the only one who could make in the butterflies dance in my stomach just by looking at me. He consumed my thoughts. For a while, I couldn't figure it out. No guy had ever made me feel this way. But then it hit me.

This must be that 'love' they're always talking about.

Then he graduated. And things fell apart. That year, 2017, will forever be engrained into my memory as the worst year of my life. I tried so hard to keep myself together. I knew I had a duty to my friends to help them obliterate the Kessha. But, my heart told me to help him. I was torn between the duty I knew I had and the mission my heart gave me.

Oh, don't get me wrong; I knew he wasn't corrupted by darkness. I knew that, if nothing else, it was the thirst to prove himself that drove him to such extreme measures. Not that I was anyone to talk; as I feared I was losing myself to the Light of Destruction several times that year. I told him he would die from this; I pleaded with him to stop, but to no avail.

Then, third year happened. That was the year I died. Not me physically, but spiritually. I could literally feel my own soul slither out of my body as he fell to the ground. I can still remember his name exploding everywhere as everyone rushed to help him. I can still feel the pain of my heart breaking-I can still hear the sound.

I remember his funeral. It was on a bright, sunny day. I remember scowling at the sun as if it were mocking me. Mocking him. Not once did I try to deny that he was gone. The all-too real sound of my heart being smashed into a billion pieces still rang in my ears. I knew he was gone.

Now they all say I'm crazy, insane. I'm not. I still hear his voice whispering into my ear. I still see his shadow. I used to see him every now and then in the crowds. That was before they locked me up in here. They say it's for my own good. They say I need to accept that he's gone. What a load of bull. I know he's gone. Physically. Haven't they ever heard of angels?

So that's how I ended up here, in a mental institution, clutching a knife I swiped from the workers like a life line. As I make the cuts with cold, clean, accurate precission, I smile in twisted satisfaction.

"Am I too lost to be saved? Will I be denied Christ? Lord have mercy on me, for I have sinned."

This is all I can take.

This is how a heart breaks.