Your Face Is As White As Snow

This isn't what Jack expected to come home to. Usually Alex is in the kitchen cooking dinner, singing, being happy. He thought Alex was getting better. He thought the pills Alex had been perscribed were working. He thought that everything was okay. That Alex was becoming happier.

He wasn't.

The pills hadn't worked. If they had Jack wouldn't be sitting here right now. He can't cry. He can't move. All he can do is stare at the note.

'i love you. But i am not good enough. I can't keep going. Please forgive me.'

that's all Jack ha left of his Alex now. A broken body, a note, and a deathwish. Mixing into a deadly combination.

Jack wishes he hadn't left. Or that he at least made sure Alex was okay today. He wished that, that he could have saved him.

And then, while staring at Alex's broken body, he realizes, he can't live without Alex. He refuses to live without him.

He grabs the fully loaded gun from Alex's pale, lifeless, blood covered hand.

His thoughts aren't racing like he expects, they're aren't filled with screams of 'stop' and 'what are you doing'. There are only two things. 'Pull the tirgger.' and 'I love you Al-