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The soft subtle deep red teardrop form of a single lone droplet of blood sounded out against the passionless baron walls of the empty warehouse.

All alone, untouched, unseen, pulled by the unforgiving forces of gravity, it travels by itself down along the unavoidable predetermined path set by physics and destiny. Unable to alter or steer its fate, it's very presence, it's existence and therefore weight, the nurturer and guid of its eventual transition.

The reason for being, being the reason for falling.


It glistens, caught in a single moment as it passes through a farewelling ray of light. The otherwise meaningless journey was a simple one as it fell through the still empty air. It's path pre determined and guided by gravity, it's fate, to meet and crash against the cold hard dirt-ridden merciless floor beneath it. 

It's only legacy the stained shattered remnants dispersed amongst the light dust and debris coating the concrete beneath it. Desperately it toils and clings amongst what ever it's tiny liquid form can hold, unknowingly wanting, wishing, seeking perseverance, to leave a mark, to be remembered. It's colour and moisture absolved by its final resting place.

And at the end of its road, it's short story over, but a fickle moment of notice lost to the great expanse of history. It's short pattern meaningless. But, The resonance of its tiny echo that followed rippled through the silence of the warehouse. 

A sound amongst silence, the appreciation of art after the artist death, the late helping hand, it drew attention to the hollow, it drew focus where there was none before. 
The shadow in the darkness.
Rose:

"It's all your fault you stupid stupid little bitch!" Her words both acidic and vile spat from her mouth, leaving behind a face full of hatred and running makeup. "He went to far for you and now he's never coming back!" 

There was a trembling in her viscous voice, sorrow and fear, but as it escaped her lungs, blame turned it to a passionate hate. "The only reason I do not kill you right here right now is because I don't want to send you to him." She screamed on an exasperated breath. 

Turning she begins to vanish into the darkness, getting out one more snide remark before she had to run and hide the oncoming tears. "And besides, you were never worth it!" 
The words slice, trying to attack her confidence and cut Saoirse down. But they were transparent, filled with jealousy and respect for the departed, what she really meant and was saying was that she could not defy Dorians last wishes. She would not make his actions meaningless. 

Rose vanished.

Saoirse would feel something akin to Dorians presence as she sat near the blood. But just as the colour of his name, that too, over time slowly faded...

He was truly gone.


If ever arriving back at the manor, in place of Clay she would find a simple note.



'Sorry to leave you at a time like this Sassy, but you are one tough bitch. I know you will be alright.
I have things to sort out that cannot wait. I am glad to have met you and I know that Dorian would have been too.
You have to really be alive to be willing to die for a girl, and I promise you he was far from alive before he met you. 
Live strong and carry on, he will never regret what he did, don't give him reason to!'


[b]~The end of Dorian and Clay~[/b]
[i](for now)[/i]