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Dark purple roses fell to the floor in the color of the vampires' eyes as he stared at the horrific sight in front of him.
There were not many people Clio admired but theres was one specific person he always looked up to since the first met.
"Captain....." He whispered in shock as he saw the rope and the Person hanging from it.
A dark glow came from the bey, that was known as "the Grimreaper" himself. Ohh.... What irony that the owner of said bey was now hanging from the ceiling
"Why?....WHY?!?!" Clio screamed as He remembered all the battles they had together. All these deep conversations they had.
Marie stormed in to see what's wrong . Clio could hear her fan fall as she froze and stared at the death boy who was once like a son to her.
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Clio was silent the whole funeral, he just sat there and stared the coffin and at the flowers around it. Flowers.
They surely look quite interesting but also familiar.
And Clio froze. The day he entered Dainas room and saw him hanging there... Flowers... There where flowers in the room. Dark purple roses.
He was so shocked that he didn't noticed the flowers that day but now he remembered all the things he tried to block out and ignore.
The memory of all these blood soaked flowers that were laying on the floor. He didn't want to remember them. He didn't want to accept it.
Daina killed himself. That's what happend, and nothing else. But deep in Clios heart he knew that it was never really a suicide. He knew daina well and he knew that he would surely tries fake his own suicide just to protect his those who were dear to him.
Clio knew deep in his heart what those flowers meant. He knew that in the last moments of dainas life, he was surely coughing up and choking on his own love while he quickly pulled the rope around his neck to make it all look like a suicide.
And all that just to protect Clio. To hide the truth from his friends.....To hide his love.