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He dropped to his knees and caressed his body, it was getting colder by the minute but the blood pouring out of him was still warm, creating a red sea all over the ground as it spilled out of his body. Every drop and every cell flowing onto Varg’s pale skin. It just took so much out of him, it took him everything to hold back, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. Why would he kill someone that he loved so dearly? Somebody that he would hold close to his heart until the day he died, and even still holding his lifeless body. The coughs and chokes only made things worse, in some fleeting moments he thought that Øystein would come to, but there was no way with the amount of damage he had caused.
There wasn’t any going back from this. In killing Øystein, it almost felt like he was taking his own life as well; what was there to life for? How would he go on? Spending twenty years in prison reflecting on what he had done, never being able to see Øystein again.
But now at least Varg would know where he was at all times. He wouldn’t have to worry about him messing around with other guys behind his back and betraying the little integrity that was left in their already crumbling relationship.
Varg closed his eyes, they were forced shut. He couldn’t stand to be awake. He couldn’t stand to be alive without Øystein.