His husband had been the first to go.
Peacefully in his sleep, Noel had stopped breathing, his heart had stopped beating and Dobium had woken up only to cry, cry and hold his husbands body close to his him.
His second son had been the next to go.
Quietly in the night Solas had left, not leaving a note, a trace of where he had gone, the blue haired boy had left, leaving Dobium to worry and wonder if his son was safe.
His oldest son was the third to go.
Not in the way his husband or Solas had but he had left in the way of roaming the streets at night searching for his brother, laying in bed for days on end, staring at nothing but the wall, leaving Dobium to worry if his son would be alive the next morning.
His hope was the last to go.
His hope for himself, wondering if people where right, if he really was just like his father, if he had done something wrong.
He had stopped crying, stopped searching, stopped worrying and became a shell.
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Angst and Death.
RandomOne shots about mine and my friends RP characters because why not. (I can think of many reasons but lets proceed) Sammy don't kill me for the angst mkay? ((Trigger warnings: Blood, death, gore, Abusive families and partners))
