He couldn't let go. Even if he wanted to. He wished you were there, right beside him.
Though in a way, he didn't want you to be. How could he cry about something that is right there, making him happy? You couldn't. No one could.
Too many tears had been shed for his liking.
He didn't want you gone. But nothing could change that. Fate is cruel.
Death is selfish, but so is Gilbert.
"Why?! Why do you have to be so cruel?! Why did you have to leave?!" He screamed, finishing another bottle of beer. The twenty-fifth one tonight to be exact.
He was drowning himself in self pity and beer. 'This is stupid..I am stupid,' he thought to himself.
"Gott! Why did you take her away from me?!" he yelled to the heavens.
He threw his bottle at the wall, shattering the brown glass all over the house. He huffed, trying hard to regain his "awesome" composer as he heard a knock at the door.
He groaned. Opening the door, he found his brother, looking at his older Prussian brother with worried eyes.
"Bruder...Vhat are jou doing here?" he asked, a little surprised. No one had visited him since what happened.
"Jou look terrible, Gilbert..." the younger, blonde brother said, stepping inside. Gilbert shut the door and walked into the kitchen, grabbing another beer from the fridge.
"Don't jou zhink I know zhat?!" he half heartedly yelled. The German flinched.
"I-I'm sorry about what happened..." Ludwig trailed off.
Gilbert let out a choked sound in reply, hot tears streaming down his face, he collapsed to the ground on his knees. "Why did she have to leave?" he mumbled to his brother. "Why'd she have to leave? She didn't deserve to..To..." He didn't even want to say it.
He sobbed out his feelings, he hadn't cried since it happened, today was the day he would finally let go...
Letting go. He finally did it. Saying those two dreadful words....