[ WP ] Two dead men walked into the room ...

... and there, hanging from the rafters next to each other, hung their corpses. Gasping, one man dropped to his knees. This strange fruit so recognizable yet abstract hung swinging slightly in the darkness of the room. Small shadows swayed over the floor as a faint creaking gave melody to the tragic scene. 
 
 Distant memories began to circle the fog though he knew their formation was fresh. One of them had held out their hand for the other to hold. The other had kicked and struggled, tearing at the noose around his neck. The other's more calm searching hand sought speechlessly to comfort and express it would n't be much longer. 
 
 They looked at each other now, these shells of existence. One on his knees distraught, the other sadly accepting. The fog of perception began to clear and they remembered in degrees how they came to this place. To escape a world that hated them for their love, one had been steadfast and the other unsure. 
 
 As they looked at each other, the man on his knees grimace warped his features until both anger and disgust morphed into an expression of betrayal. Staggering, he got to his feet and lumbered towards his own stiffening cadaver. The other man reached out as if to hold him back, but afraid that with their deaths they had lost the power to touch he withdrew his hand. Instead he watched as the man he loved stumbled towards himself. 
 
 They had done it together so they would n't be apart. Now they were together but apart. A part lost forever, that was sure, but how much he would soon find out. Slowly, he walked towards his lover. What was it that he had lost? Maybe he had lost it all.
