# Before the End Author: Nightrun Tags: Character Development, Depression, M/M, Plot Development, Suicide, Wolf #7 of Before This chapter, surprisingly enough is rather... yeah so enjoy. Let me know what you think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(Warnings go here) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7 Before the End        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?"       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."        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?       "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.       "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?"       I look down to make sure I am still wearing Fang's red boxers. "Uh no, their Fang's."      "Nice! Okay you have fun today sweetie." With that she leaves.      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.      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.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- P.S. This is Before the End.  Source: https://sofurry.com/s/7ejP0W2n Part of the series Before Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/158112-before-my-parents.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/165232-the-end.md