{"sf1_id":164901,"sf2_id":"7ejP0W2n","title":"Before the End","author":"Nightrun","words":702,"posted_at":"2010-07-27T06:17:00.000Z","tags":["Character Development","Depression","M/M","Plot Development","Suicide","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/164901-before-the-end","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejP0W2n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/31/77/3177cfce-48b6-4ad5-b885-cf94e463d3ac","description":"#7 of Before","content":"This chapter, surprisingly enough is rather... yeah so enjoy. Let me know what you think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(Warnings go here)\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nChapter 7 Before the End\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I awake slowly at first, stretching a little and relishing in the sunlight that blissfully glowed through the blinds. Yawning and reaching over beside me with a stretch I found the empty sheets. I bolt upright and glance about my room, wiping the sleep from my eyes. Fang must have left in the night some time. I took notice of the absence of his clothing that had been left on the floor yesterday. I sigh. He couldn't have spent the night with me? What could he have possibly had to do instead?! Angrily I throw myself from my bed and head toward the door. A step from the door I see underwear, a pair of red boxers is hanging from my doorknob. A slight smile slides across my muzzle. Then I hear a knock at my door, \"Ethan, you up yet?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I remove the underwear from the doorknob and hastily put them on heading to my bed. I sit on it and reply, \"Yeah just, come in.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; My mom comes in and glancing about asks, \"Where's...uh what's his face?\" What's his face? We didn't cover names yesterday?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Uh uh...\" I stammer unsure of how to answer. Then a stroke of brilliance hits me. \"I sent him to go get more rubbers.\" I start to sweat as she just looks at me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Oh alright. I'm leaving with you're father for work now. You can take the day off from school today if you had... other plans in mind.\" She looks me over again. \"Did I buy you those underwear?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I look down to make sure I am still wearing Fang's red boxers. \"Uh no, their Fang's.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Nice! Okay you have fun today sweetie.\" With that she leaves.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I sigh with relief. It's all just a big fucking façade... Fang never loved me. He left these here as proof for my parents... I crawl back into bed, falling into the depression of my life. Will I get to be normal? I fall asleep after a fit of tears. Remarkably however I find myself dreaming about hardcore rutting Fang's ass with all three of my dicks at once. It is heavenly to say the least.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I awake slowly at first, a tear rolling down my cheek as I find my bed still empty. I look to the window, the sunlight is dimming in sorrow with me. Where is Fang? I thought he loved me. Nobody can have such an immediate connection and then just cop out like that. Was it all a lie? He faked all of it. I roll disgustingly out of bed and to my feet. I head out of my room and down the stairs to the living room. I pause at the last step. Maybe he is down here, he didn't want to interrupt my rest! I beam heading around the corner. Empty. The house is empty. A tear travels to the floor. I then hear a car door slam. \"Fang!\" Heading to the kitchen window I look out to discover... my neighbor just got home. The brown otter is slicked up all nice holding a bouquet of roses. I scowl looking away from the window as I slide down the kitchen cabinets to the floor. Why can't I have a love? Why is it everyone but me... Then I see it. A knife on the floor across from me. Scooting myself closer I look it over. It has blood on it. Blood dripping from the tip of it. The entire length of it is coated in blood. I get up from the floor and throw the blade in the sink. I head to the bathroom, pausing to look at my reflection in the large walking mirror in the living room. Gray blood stained fur from neck down. I follow the blood down to the red boxers. I collapse to the floor. \"Fang.\" The warmth leaves me and I grow cold.\u0026nbsp;\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nP.S. This is Before the End.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Before","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/158112-before-my-parents.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/165232-the-end.json"}}