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Notes: This is hopeless, irredeemable angst. Thanks to thecomfychair for helping it end. Title from "Annabel Lee"
Ever dissever my soul
by Frostfire
Unlike Neil, they find him in time.
He doesn't use a gun. He steals one of the knives from the kitchen, closes the door to his (their) room, and quietly--Todd does everything quietly--Todd's such a quiet boy, Mrs. Anderson--Mr. Anderson! Don't think I don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you!--Speak up, son, I can't hear a word you're saying--quietly slits his wrists.
He's just barely conscious when the knocking starts. He's cold, and he can't think very well. He wants whoever it is to go away.
But no, the door opens, and suddenly there's a lot of noise. He blinks his eyes open, just for a second, and sees Charlie--no, Nwanda, his name's Nwanda, remember?--eyes wide and mouth moving. He struggles to hear, but he can't, and pretty soon it's fading to black.
When he wakes up, Neil's still gone.
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