Izaya's POV
I ran home, my home. The only one I ever actually belonged. I knew it! He was lying! He's been lying all along! He just wanted me to get attatched to him. I can't believe I fell for that! I can't believe I fell gor him.
I couldn't see very clearly, but I could tell people were staring at me. It is not everyday you see Izaya Orihara, running home, crying. It is rare for others to see me cry at all. So I let 'em stare. It'll be the last time they ever have to look at me again.
I got home and grabbed my switch-blade from my pocket. I immediatley dragged it through both new spots and old scars on my wrist, blood was spilling everywhere. I dipped a shaking finger in the crimson liquid and wrote my final words to the world in my blood.
'I love you, Shizuo'. Then, I just lay there, dying in a mixture of my own blood and tears. Watching the world fade to black.
A/N Okay, my math teacher's a bitch, so I need to do homework. I know this is a bitchy thing myself, but whatever. See ya.
