Renard was falling, and this was the last time he'd be descending for something he had wished he hadn't fallen for. The sudden gusts were yet again whispering the sounds of regret and his past-a past he had wished he had forgotten. Alongside the gushing wind that flew beyond the rages of time, he knew that this gale would be the last thing a hysterical man such as himself would feel before becoming blind to the lights of life. It was a painful reality, a reality that he couldn't escape from. He closed his eyes and went for the eerie fate that awaited him at the bottom. He couldn't say anything, but he knew...he knew already this was the last time he'd pull something as risky as this.
Meanwhile, back at the office, everything went normal after Renard had left crying. "Hey Ben, you seem kind of phased out, is something bothering you?" A coworker queerly asked Ben as the concerned individual placed his hand on Benjamin's back. Benjamin clearly did not hear him, his eyes were glued to the floor and his hair was blocking his handsome face since he stood in a position where his head was hanging low. The distant individual was busy staring at the concrete floor while he was being disturbed by the unfortunate events that had occurred the hour before.
He was clearly aware of the events that had unfolded in Renards past, yet he was not aware of the decision the miserable man had taken at the mercy of the bright full moon. "No-No, I'm good. I think I'll just head home from here." Benjamin turns his head to face his anxious coworker and gives him his reassuring smile. The older man soon patted Ben's back and had left, believing that the words of Benjamin were true. However, it was further from the truth. There was a deep swelling feeling in Ben that made him feel queasy. "Something's just not right…" Benjamin said softly while holding his stomach. He felt knots in his tummy and had the slight notion that something awfully horrid was about to unfold into his reality.
He grabbed his brow suit which had the pattern of a small rose embedded on the pocket of the suit which lying on top of his chair and swang the suit over to his shoulder, concluding that for tonight he wouldn't really need to wear his suit to keep him from the cold clutches of the nights in Hong Kong. Benjamin, however, only being a young and fresh member, was already arguably very beloved by the community at the Office. But knowing that each man in this office had their darknesses and lifes, so did Benjamin.
Right after placing his suit on to his left shoulder, Benjamin was hesitant to leave the office. There was a very strong urge deep in his bones that ceased his movement. He stood there, quietly with his head hanging low and his eyes looking down onto his table. He was the only employee in this floor besides Renard, who didn't have one thing that everyone had-a picture of a benevolent and dearing person to them in a frame, or perhaps much simply, a picture of beloved person captured in a frame, settled at the very corner of their desks to remind who they're living for. In spite of this, these two did not have this specific person, instead what they'd look at whenever they turned their heads to the far right of their desks, was a cold and a distant realisation that they had no one beside them to welcome them in their cold dens they called a home.
The floor was empty, it was only he who was left in this empty place. Not a sound was uttered and slowly the lights began to shut off. The light on his column was still on since he was the only person left in the office, making the darkness around him illuminate stronger. The light bulb above his desk was bright, but it was small and shallow compared to the rest of the floor covered and cloaked with the strange clutches of darkness. Instead of leaning back and leaving, he fell back onto his seat and started looking at the ceiling with his eyes closed.
He let out a sigh and sat there in the silence, as the light above him began to flicker a little. His arms were hanging down from his chair like a waterfall on the loose. His hair was falling back like a loose wave. His eyes were getting heavier by the second but yet, why does he feel so exhausted to walk home yet so energetic to work here at the office? "Where are you…?" He sighed heavily, and stood up from his seat. His chair silently being pushed into the darkness, he grabbed his keys off his desk and grabbed his briefcase which lay under the desk.
The office was empty, yet it was a very familiar feeling. His head was falling low as he hunched his back a little and took a step forward. With each step the deafening sounds of loneliness poured into his ears. With a sigh, he accepted the gloominous nature of life and decided it was time he headed home quickly. As he walked past all the empty tables, the papers on the desk were flickering lightly against the soft window that entered the room. He was still curious about what had happened to Renard, but refused to go to his home to check up on him. He was afraid that doing this might tarnish their relationship a little bit, however, in spite of this there was still an urge to knock on his door and ask him how he was.
"Gosh what am I doing?" he scoffed and stood still. He placed his hand over his face while his head remained hanging low. Slowly his palm began to feel the warmth of his tears dripping from his eyes. Benjamin had always had a special place for Renard in his heart. He looked up to him as an older brother, maybe because he had lost his older sibling recently a few years ago-in a way that no man would wish even their worst foes. "Why is this so hard…" Benjamin barely managed to let those words escape his lips as he began to cry more vigorously with each step forward. Finally once he reached the stairs, Benjamin kneeled down and sat on the stairs, leaning his body against the wall while he cried his heart out.
"Please don't do anything Renard...I beg of you...just please don't leave me-please…" Benjamin squeezed his chest and laid his head in both of his hands. Maybe this was fear of losing the people around him. Renard had always had...an issue of letting go. He remembered his early childhood while crying, it was funny how those years went by so quickly like the tears dripping down. A drop of tear after the other, a memory after another. His memories of his past started dripping down in his head. He remembered how he always begged his mother to stay at home, however she always left for work early in the morning. He remembered how his older brother had died slowly in a car accident. It was far too easy for Benjamin to assume that one day everything he ever loved would disappear eventually. But Renard had changed that. Somehow, staying with Renard made him change that belief. He started to believe that even though it will end, he can enjoy it. He became a different person, all thanks to Renard being there for him. Renard had always helped Benjamin even if it seemed like he hadn't. Renard just had always affected everyone's life somehow, and today, he was scared of losing the person who had caused it.
While shivering in his cold emotions, there was a sudden warmth on his left shoulder. He lifted his head from his arms and saw a hand placed on his shoulder. It was warm, but there was an odd feeling arising from the hand. Benjamin turned further to see the mysterious person who had placed a hand on his shoulder and met with a peculiar figure. He wasn't able to see the face too easily since it was dark, it seemed as if it was a hand emerging from the darkness. However, as his eyes settled with darkness behind him, he was able to get a glimpse of this odd figurine that stood before him.
It seemed as if the person had worn a white full face mask. There was a huge purple x imprinted on the mask. There were Three holes on the mask, two of them resembled eyes,for the owner to see. However the most intriguing part of the mask was the third hole, seemingly a mouth. It wasn't just a hole, it seemed as if there was a giant smile engraved on to the mask. The holes that resembled the eyes were dark, it seemed as if there was nothing on the inside. The smile was empty, and so was everything else about it. The person had a Furcoat. It's neck was covered with elegant white furs that emerged from his gorgeous purple thick coat. His hand was covered with a white glove, however, there was an obscure aroma around this person.
It felt as if, it wasn't supposed to be seen-