You were lying on an operation table and an IV with some sort of purple~ish liquid was hooked up to your arm. He walked stiffly towards your unmoving body and grabbed the hand that was hanging down from the table. It was still warm. But the heart monitor was showing a flat line. How cruel could the world be?

Your hand slipped from his as he dropped to his hands and knees.

"No! No! No!" he wailed and punched the concrete floor with every cry.

Why? Why were you the one they had taken? Why not someone else? Why not him? It all felt overwhelming, and like he couldn't understand any of it. He just wanted you back. He would've given anything to have you back.

It had been weeks since your body was found. He didn't attend the funeral and he hadn't left his apartment for two whole weeks. He had been living off of ramen noodles, water, and whatever he happened to have in the cabinets.

The reporters had been harassing him the first week, but Miruko had pretty much kicked them away from him. He was thankful, he just wanted peace. Silence and peace. He had almost gotten them, but a few nights ago a cat had started to make noise behind his living room window and since all he did was lay on the couch, it was kind of disturbing.

He was lying on the couch, wrapped in his wings and a blanket, when the meowing started again. He pulled the blanket over his head and cussed quietly. Why couldn't he just have some quiet? Why didn't this cat just let him wallow in his self-pity?

"Fine!" he yelled and ripped the curtains aside.

There was a cat sitting on the windowsill, staring at him. Its (eye color) eyes looked demanding, it wanted to be let in.

Hawks opened the window, and the cat slipped in, jumping to the couch. He sat next to the cat and wrapped the blanket back around himself. When he crossed his legs, the cat decided to curl up between them.

Hawks sighed. Maybe he had needed the company, even if he didn't realize it. He started to pet the cat's (hair color), soft fur, and soon it started purring.

"Gosh, (Name) would've loved you" he chuckled sadly.

The cat reacted to your name and opened its eyes to look at him. Something in those (eye color) eyes gave him hope. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be as bad. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much.