"Seto!" I screamed, raising my voice to a shrill shriek. "Seto! Oh my god, oh my god.." I kept repeating the last part over and over. My pacing turned into walking, which led to running and finally full on sprinting through the corridor, searching for the boy. I slammed open doors closed, refusing to be hit by one, and almost knocked over valuables. I winced as a flower pot fell behind me, smashing against the floor with the loud sound of glass breaking because of my carelessness.

"Set-" My breath hitched as I saw the sight in front of me and tears burned my eyes as my hands flew to my mouth.

There, laying on its side, was a small, snow white limp figure. The purple cloak was darkened with blood, crimson pooling around the form. In the hand, loosely clutched, was a sharp, blood stained razor blade. There was no rise and fall of chest, no flutter of eyelashes...No movement....

I stumbled over to the boy, holding back a sob. "Seto....Seto....H...Baby...No.." Then the tears fell. And once they started, they couldn't be stopped. They flew freely down my cheeks, dampening the red stained clothes. I dropped to my knees beside him, slamming my fist into the ground. "Damnit Seto,  no!" I grabbed his wrist roughly, where I assumed the cuts were, and peered at his arm...What I saw next made me break..

I love you Brice.

(LMAOOOOO OK SORRY)