Terushima

     The freezing floor stuck to his cheek, skin pulling, stinging, sticking. He pulled off completely, slowly, leaving his face red and irritated. The door was wide open, and it signaled the escape of his precious. Soft snowflakes drifted in and fell to the floor, and he scowled at their attempt at beauty.

     "Nothing could top Keiji..." He muttered, pushing himself onto his bum, before he finally deemed it important enough to shut the door. He drifted into his living room, and flicked on a news channel. Immediately, news of a beautiful, unidentified man being hit by a car popped up. He leaned forward a bit, listening to details of where and when they found him. The anchor woman said he was in a coma of some sort and the police were investigating the accident and treating it as if he were on drugs.

     So... He hadn't been able to tell anyone anything. He wouldn't be able to tell anyone anything until he woke up either. Teru slumped back into his seat calmly, his lips twitching at the corner.

     Can't be this easy, can it?

     It never should be this easy, nonetheless, it was.

     He sucked his teeth thoughtfully, making a tsking sound before standing with a grunt. "If i'm in the clear then I don't have a reason to hide. If I don't need to hide, then I can fix this. Just need a plan is all." He spoke to himself with a pep to his step. "No problem. Easy peasy."

     He moved to the kitchen to make some tea to warm up properly, and he pulled his sweater over his head.

     He opened his fridge to grab a lemon to slice up, and a knife shortly thereafter. He eyed himself in the reflection off the razor sharp blade. The corners of his mouth turned down and he hummed.

     "If I can't have the fucking Angel, no one can." He decided promptly, then stabbed the tip of the knife into the wooden cutting board before snatching his coat and sweater off the chair. He rushed through the home, and left the front door wide open behind him, flurries of snow dancing into the light.