And Smith was alone.

As soon as he realised, he let his grip slacken, and the tainted shades fell from his hand and fell to the sea of blood beneath his feet. They spoke to him no more.

The silence was too much.

Smith's tears overwhelmed his heart, and he almost choked on their bitter taste as his shoulders shook with the departure of Mi.

He was alone again. He would never escape. He would never exist.

He would just be here, without reason.

Because Mi was his reason.

His suit was soaked with blood. And he was still clinging to Mi's dead body, denying he had just witnessed her slip away with the wind..

I can't leave her here, Smith thought.

But she isn't here anymore, a voice said in his ear. She's gone.

And so should you be.

He looked at her dull brown eyes for the last time, noticing how beautiful she was even in death. Then he let his hand that had so tenderly been supporting her head lower her to the ground. He stood up, looking down upon her, wishing it had been different. He wanted to scream at how unfair his whole existence had been. And why Mi had to be taken from him, so soon after he had changed.

And why he wanted to return to his old life again. Living a lie.

But he didn't want these questions answered.

Slowly, he turned around, his back to the past, facing his doomed future.

And he began to walk away. Away from his tears, away from his life, away from Mi.

Away from the tainted shades that were now riddled with blood.

And the wind blew over Mi's body for the last time, whispering a message to her from the two halves of Smith's broken self that slowly faded away into the darkness at the other end of the street.

"I love you.. from now until my end."

:: THE END ::