He jumped in surprise when you jumped out yelling "Happy Birthday!" He had forgotten his own birthday, "Darling I don't know what to say," he said as he hung his coat on the rack before walking towards you. The house was silent from what he could hear, so he unlocked the door and went in. The small shared house slowly came into view, the rain had softened slightly as he walked, opening the small garden's gate then walking to the front door. He loved, he loved with his entire being, but love isn't strong enough to deter death. Each night he was greeted by you soft angelic voice, he would remove his suit coat and come sit on the couch, only to have you snuggle with him. The small (h/c) haired woman that stole his heart. But only one person he knew could hit three of them at once, that was you. Dice noticed the small things that made the world darker, brighter, sadder, and happier. Humming his theme as he walked, the sad street light flickering, they were losing their light. The night dark and stormy as Dice strolled to his home, not caring if his suit got wet. (TRIGGER WARNING IF YOU CANT READ ANYTHING DEALING WITH SUICIDE OR REALLY SAD DEATH PLEASE DONT READ)
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