Staying Was Never In The Plan

Hans hardly registered the funeral, he barely remembered a medal or two being pinned to his lapel. Blearily recalled the medals for Henrich handed to him in an ornate, wooden box. The medals felt heavy on his breast pocket, counter-balancing the heavy weight on his heart.

He closed the door to his home, swallowing thickly as the smell of dust hit his nose, the silence of the cold, forgotten house, deafening him above all else. He set the box down on the dining table and wandered down the hall, his hand steadying himself against the wall as he stumbled and let out a whimper, the tears blurring his vision.

He could cry freely now. Hans was amazed how he managed to keep a dry face throughout the funeral and medal ceremony. The blond barely made it out of his coat before crashing onto his bed, the piece of furniture moaning out a creak of protest at the sudden weight.

The blond let out one last shuddering sob before allowing the restful darkness of sleep to take him.


The next morning would be cold, lonely, and quiet as Hans drug himself out of bed and shuffled tiredly down the hall and went to fill the kettle with water to set on the stove to boil for coffee.

As the water warmed up, Hans plopped himself groggily in a chair at the table. Giving a mighty yawn, he rested his chin in his hand. “Henrich! Coffee…” Hans opened his eyes and let out a small whine of pain at remember his brother was dead and gone… his warm vibrance lost forever now.

Heaving a sigh, Hans stood up to tend to the water and pull out the coffee grounds from the cupboard. “Guess that’s a no to your usual eggs and toast.” he bit harshly, slamming the container on the counter bitterly. Right now, he just uncharacteristically hated the world and everything in it.

After his single cup of coffee, Hans got dressed and headed to Divinity’s Reach, his resignation papers in hand.

The clerk at the desk frowned, “You can’t just leave.”

Hans stared down at the stringy man with a neutral gaze, saying nothing for a few moments. “I’m done with the Seraph. I’m at my emotional limit. I wouldn’t be of use anyway. I’m resigning, whether you like it or not.”

Dropping the scroll of papers down on the desk, Hans turned on his heel and left the Seraph headquarters without another word or so much as a glance over his shoulder.

He was tired of heartache.