He was a mess, a walking disaster, a living oblivion. He fell in love and that loved was returned back. It went well for the moment but nevertheless all good things must come to an end.

On New Years eve, she confessed that she hasn't been putting in 100% effort in the relationship. He knows all these while but he kept mum for his love could move mountains if it could.

They argued, it got big. They both made rash decisions. She finally wanted to end things. He didn't. He wanted to fix what he knew was the inevitable. On that night he lost her, he lost himself and everything.

Waking up seems like a torture. Sleeping seems like a nightmare. Everything that happened, it reminded him of her and all the little things. He held on. She didn't. She gave him the cold shoulder. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months became years.

He knew how it was going to end but he tried to changed the ending not knowing he was half the reason why it came to the ending he wanted to avoid. Admist all the chaos in those years, he grabbed hold of news of her getting married.

He couldn't believe it. So he attended the ceremony itself. Dressed in black as if attending a funeral instead of a wedding, just as the priest said "Is there anybody who objects?" He stood up, walked down the aisle, towards the bride, groom and priest.

Before they know it, the priest was dead. "Yeah, I object." he spoked. Screams and cries filled the air the next second. Minutes changed to hours and finally the place was dead silent. Onslaught was over. The bride, scower for a place to hide but to no avail. He smiled and he killed the woman he love so dearly.

"If we can't be together now, we shall do it in the after life." he whispered to the corpse. He kissed the corpse and took his own life. As life drains away, he sat beside her, holding hands with a smile on his face.