‼️TW: Suicide‼️

– December 5th, 1946

There were so many ways Rhine could have said goodbye. He could have left a note, said goodbye and left, left little hints, but he chose none of those. He chose to say nothing. Just do it.

Rhine picked up his old P-08 from the edge of the sink with a shaky hand, his breathing quivering slightly. He was going to finally do it. And he wouldn't be saved. He knew it.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and a haunted Aryan-adjacent soldier's face looked back at him. The hollow and haunted blue-gray eyes were what stood out, however. They looked so shadowy and dull, almost lifeless already. He would make sure they remained that quality now.

He pressed the muzzle of the P-08 against the spot right between his eyes, taking the calmest breaths he had ever since he found out his brother had died. He started to press his index finger on the trigger.

“O-onkel..?”

Rhine took a final deep breath, not even noticing the fact that East was watching, or that he had left the bathroom door open.

3…

2….

1.

KFFT.