Christopher from HAVS
I’m gonna write a scene since I miss writing my son.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, she wasn’t supposed to die, and even if she was, she wasn’t supposed to die before Christopher did. The thought had never crossed his mind, but here he was, trying to assimilate the truth. Solfrid was dead, and he wasn’t. At least, not physically. Solfrid, his Solfrid, the one person who had taught him how to care, how to seize what he was given, how to live, was dead. Saying he was in shock would be an understatement, he was being ripped apart from the inside.
He could still recall the way her cousin had delivered the news, the was he had choked before he could finish the sentence, but the sentence didn’t have to finish for Chris to know what had happened, and he collapsed to his feet as the bearer of the news walked away slowly. Ever since that moment he had yelled to the point where he had no voice, he had punched the floor until his knuckles were bloodied, but no tears had come out of his eyes. That only worsened the situation, he couldn’t even mourn the love of his life as she deserved, he could only be angry at the world and the nine realms.
And that anger overpowered him, after getting tired of hitting the floor to no avail, he walked up to his armour, he needed to destroy something, he needed the world to be as broken as he felt inside, and so he did. He took his anger out in everything around him, in everything that was in the mansion where he only lived happily with Solfrid. The furniture she had chosen, the places they had destroyed and built again a thousand times, the photographs she collected, every gift, big and small, nothing could escape the path of destruction he was creating, and it wasn’t long until the house itself was reduced to a pile of debris.
That was, at least until something in his mind clicked. It was all her cousin’s fault. If Sam hadn’t called her back to their realm, if she hadn’t gone to aid her cousin, then maybe she would still be alive. It was all Sam’s fault. And he was going to make him suffer at least as much as he was suffering right now, but he had already began planning how to make him suffer even more.
With this in mind, a smile spread across his face, and that’s how he took off, ready to find Sam and get his revenge.
How would your character react if their best friend or significant other betrayed them?