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Cein was numb.
He couldmn't hear, couldn't think, coulnd't speak, couldn't feel.
Jeha was laying on the ground, a pool of blood under his head and he was so still...
Jeha had never been still, he was always jumping around, touching his hands or his armas or his head; he was always speaking and looking at him with his bubbly cute beautiful eyes.
It felt so wrong.
The brother was there too, crying, scared, blood covered his face; Jeha's blood covered his face.
Jeha's blood should have never been there. Jeha should have never been there.
Why had he done it? He could have left, he could have taken Jeha away; he could have hit that fucking asshole a couple of times and then walk away. Jeha told him thath, didn't he? He said 'Let's go, hyung', but Cein was so angry, so angry at the whole situation, angry that Jeha had been following him, angry that that asshole had tricked them into this mess, angry that Jeha was being hurt at home, angry at what was being said about his mother, and he lashed out. Because all he felt was rage and he needed to let it out somehow.
And he did, and now Jeha was dying.
He couldn't be dead, could he?
He was young and even if he wanted to kill himself sometimes; Cein was confident in him growing up and finding himself a reason to stay alive.
He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead.
If he died, Cein would kill himself. He would set himself on fire or stand in front of a car.
Was that enough? Was that punishment enough for killing the only person who loved him that much?
Maybe he should just go to jail. Punish himself by staying alive for as many years as possible, remembering how he crushed Jeha's skull with a fucking brick.
He looked for the last time at the beutiful boy laying in the ground. Then he heard the sirens.