((You will not believe it, but...<br/>Name: Leon Elliot Reiner<br/>Age: 18<br/>Appearance: Very pale, with short black hair cut in a stereotypical emo style. He wears a lot of black clothes, and often complements them with his fitted leather jacket. His eyes, if you ever see them, are a strangely dazzling blue.<br/>Halfway there...))<br/><br/>Leon took a deep breath, slowly gliding across his dark room, trying to keep himself calm. He would have laughed, if he was even capable if amusement at this point. Calm. That would mean he was holding himself together, and that was something e couldn't possibly do; his was slowly falling to pieces.<br/><br/>Calm. It was a word, only a meaningless word, to Leon. His hands were shaking, his head was spinning, even his heart seemed to be beating wrong. Every pulse sent a stab of pain through his chest like nothing he'd ever felt before.<br/><br/>Was this what it was like to have everything and lose it? Was it supposed to feel so cold, so... painful? Every breath that he took was an effort, and he felt like screaming, just to let out some part of his emotions.<br/><br/>Wasn't the only thing you were suppose to feel after this kind of hell... numbness? The way everyone described it, he thought it was supposed to STOP you from feeling this kind of pain. Slowly, he dug the nails of his right hand into the palm of his left; it was something that had comforted him at other times<br/><br/>This time, it did nothing. At this point, he wasn't sure what he could do. Everything around him seemed darker than normal. He held back the tears the best he could; he didn't want to show a sign of weakness. Even if she was gone, he wouldn't let things change. He had to stay strong.<br/><br/>Again with the meaningless words. A he thought of her, his tears spilled over. He wasn't fooling anyone with the 'tough' act; he was soft, and he knew it.<br/><br/>"Maybe... Maybe that's why she left..." he muttered. "I was too... too weak."<br/>As he said this, a veil seemed to pass over his eyes. He knew what would come next: it had to end. He would make it stop once and for all. As he thought this, a true calm began to take him over.