monaboyd | It's the end... Destructive Sparks, Part 4/4

Title: Destructive Sparks, Part 4/4
Author: The Phantom Writer

silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: *sigh* Neither the hobbits nor the elf are mine, unfortunately. Damn, I wish I had Dom.
Feedback: Oi! Yesh, please! I'd really appreciate it.
Warning: Angst; deals with suicide.
Notes: Wow. Es ist fertig. I'm actually really sad that it's finished. Really. Truly. It's a little pathetic, but... I think I've gotten a little attached to this story. *sigh* But! I have over ten other stories (many of them short, a couple longer) written/being written/that will be written! I'll have other things posted very soon, I promise, just in case anyone's interested.
Anyway, *many* thanks to

airlia_vega for beta-ing, and thanks to everyone who left comments -- I really appreciated every single one!
You may want to read Part 1, Part II and Part III before reading this!

Part IV

A soft, understanding kiss. “I’ll be in the living room in a sec, Billy.”

Billy nodded as Dom headed towards the bathroom. He sighed before turning towards the living room. Stopping short, his breath caught in his throat. “Orli,” he called.

“Yeah?” Orlando poked his head into the room. He followed Billy’s gaze. “Ah…” The carpet, normally a light blue color, was stained a deep red.

“I don’t want him to see that, Orli.”

Orlando nodded in understanding. “Then he won’t. You’ll get the carpet cleaned tomorrow while he’s at his session. Until then…” he looked around, searching. “Oi. C’mon.” With Billy’s help, a minute later, the sofa chair rested in the same spot that Dominic had earlier.

The two exchanged uneasy smiles. “He’ll be okay, Billy. He wants to get better.”

Billy nodded. “I know. It’s still hard though.”

“Of course it is.” Orlando swung his arm over Billy’s shoulders as they walked into the living room.

Dominic stood still. The bathroom was cold. Shivering as a chill ran through him, Dom concentrated on his breathing. In, out. In, out. In, Don’t think about when you were last in here. Out. How can I not? In, out. In, This’ll always be with me. Out. You’ll learn from it. In, out. In. Billy’s waiting for you. Out.

Dominic glanced down, his focus narrowed in on an item. He kneeled to the floor. Unfazed by the blood that interrupted the mother-of-pearl tiling, he reached into the drying puddle and picked up the object of his attention.

Rolling the razor around in his fingers thoughtfully, he stood and took a single step.

In, out.

He dropped the razor in the trash.

In, out.

I’ll get an electric.

A smile.

Thoughts turning from the bloodied object to the subject of his affections, the smile grew and Dominic left the bathroom, a single goal in mind.