As his mind wanrderd and worried at the course of the actions to follow that evening, he spiralled even further into the madness of his mind, as he couldnt continue his climb up the steap stairs to his once bright and fruitfull perch upon the top his world. the sweet and shining steel and gears that had cooled his hand as he lent his heat to it now entered is ever falling mind. could this be the story his future neeses and nephews would have to hear, the same story his family would have to live with eating at their mind and hearts for the rest of their beating days? similarly to every day that had passeed since the tragic final event in a series of events that would destroy a normal hearted man. this once gental mans hatred was not always so strong and focused. no... this strength of emotion was once empowerring the feeling of love. but now... now he main focus and only power was of that in his hand, that cold metallic escape. he now new without shadows of doubt or rays of hope where is map would end this evening, what the treasure chest underneath the x contained. as the plans depicted, he slowly but surly, in his mind and in his heart, raised his hands to his head, full of smelted mineral that had been cast into a final solution, his final solution. he caressed his lips with the tip, the beginning of his end, and finally knowing. feeling the length decent past his heath, over the tongue, feeling the and coldest touch he's ever know. tasting the solid out of his burning state. a cool drink of water. following the insertion, he grasped and gripped his hand tightly around the other end of his tool. after a second of searching, he found the sweet spot to start the ending process. everything is moving fast, extreme pace, the light slowly fading. he mustarded every ounce of courage and sweat and strength he could find in he tired body and bones and with every muscle engulfing his skeleton, he pulled... no, he squeezed his momentary best friend with all the heart of the world and with an explosion of lead and pain he was released as his form fell to the floor. he closed his eyes for the final time, slowly and sure, as he leaked out upon the ground, staining the temporary carpet grave. motionless. painless, for the first time in longer than any memory. any memory, that is, except for one. and that memory, remorseful and hopeful, knocked upon his door, waiting for an answer that would never arrive. such is life.
death, sexualized,
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