[Minato walks a step closer to Ene, in spite of instinct telling him not to look at what remained of his friend- his confusing, idiotic, intrusive and insensitive dolt of a friend, the same friend who invited him to room together without a second thought, even though he's ditched Ket not once but twice now. His voice is barely audible, he's losing it but he has to know.
The severe burns and scorched clothing can't hide the truth that lies but five steps away: It's clearly Ket, unmoving, dead and smiling. Another thought occurs to Minato as he walks closer, that he would have been smiling as stupidly as ever and be alive, had they been together- he could have easily put out the flames so that Ket wouldn't have to do anything.
By the third step Minato's barely seeing what's in front of him. The fires still burn just as intensely but instead there's a wrecked car, a bloodied hand hanging limply out of the shattered window; the scenes seem to flicker between each other even as his senses start to fail him and it hurts to breathe; there's only one thought in his mind when everything cuts out and he falls to the ground soundlessly.
I finally get to use this IC!
[Minato walks a step closer to Ene, in spite of instinct telling him not to look at what remained of his friend- his confusing, idiotic, intrusive and insensitive dolt of a friend, the same friend who invited him to room together without a second thought, even though he's ditched Ket not once but twice now. His voice is barely audible, he's losing it but he has to know.
The severe burns and scorched clothing can't hide the truth that lies but five steps away: It's clearly Ket, unmoving, dead and smiling. Another thought occurs to Minato as he walks closer, that he would have been smiling as stupidly as ever and be alive, had they been together- he could have easily put out the flames so that Ket wouldn't have to do anything.
By the third step Minato's barely seeing what's in front of him. The fires still burn just as intensely but instead there's a wrecked car, a bloodied hand hanging limply out of the shattered window; the scenes seem to flicker between each other even as his senses start to fail him and it hurts to breathe; there's only one thought in his mind when everything cuts out and he falls to the ground soundlessly.
You failed, and it's all your fault.]