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Baaaaackstory.
Contains mention of a lot of terrible things that I will sort of gloss over, but: cannibalism of a sort, dismemberment, murder, necrophilia, and such. So yeah obvious warnings.
Gabriel Kertész and Milena Havel were the closest it is possible to be. They grew up together. She was the one always by his side, next to his father. Unfortunately, his father died most horribly--a car accident in which he was a passenger, trapped for several days in the car with only his father's corpse.
Oh, he had counseling.
It's just, you see, when sat in front of anyone not Milena... Gabriel refused to speak. Completely. He became awkward, withdrawn, terrified of the world and losing those he had left. His mother was really never home anyway, so no loss there. At some point, he and Milena rescued a stray cat that Milena named Iris, and they nursed it back to health together. Iris then lived with him, so even if she wasn't there, he was watched and cared for. (At some point he acquired yet another cat, another girl, whom he dubbed Daisy, a beautiful white one. He enjoys feeding strays when he has the chance, even. He's just that sort of person. It's why he took up biology.) Eventually, he and Milena started dating. It was because of her he was able to piece himself back together in some form of normal, and though he suffered severe anxiety, depression, and a general fear of people, Milena made it okay and helped him overcome it (he once said that even if things in the world scared him, if he could wear her shirt even if she was in school and he wasn't next to her he'd feel like she was protecting him anyway; it became a bit of a habit after that), and it all would have been fine, if not for a very specific Incident.
That is, a girl came. She told him Milena was unfaithful. Perhaps with one of those boys she'd been speaking to lately; who knows? And that is all Gabriel wants to relate. Because, you see, he just has no idea where she disappeared to. A shame, really.
This all led to a rather unfortunate series of events of him snapping utterly and becoming completely obsessed with his new project: Milena. If he cut her up and preserved her (He was a Biology major with a minor in Chemistry; he knew all the right ways), then she'd never leave him. He cut out her heart (so only he could have it), he removed her eyes (so she'd not see anyone else ever again but him) and replaced them with lovely red ones, and he kept her body in a glass case. Eventually, he became the director of a funeral parlor, happily finding his calling in preserving bodies for others the way he'd preserved his love's. Everyone always wondered about that strange man and his always happy demeanor and his secret, but no one ever knew. Every day he'd come home and talk to his wife. Every day he'd stay close to her, from the time he woke up and went to work to the time he came home and went to sleep.
She was his--ONLY his. His beautiful specimen girl, his wife, the woman he loved, the corpse that made him happy. Never mind the countless horrible ways he'd defile her body; it was all for love, it was fine. He was never caught, passing away long before he was ever found out, and it was only when someone visited his house and he died that it was discovered, because he'd died with her, there, in her arms, like he felt lovers should be.
It was only right, to Gabriel.
Gabriel Kertész and Milena Havel were the closest it is possible to be. They grew up together. She was the one always by his side, next to his father. Unfortunately, his father died most horribly--a car accident in which he was a passenger, trapped for several days in the car with only his father's corpse.
Oh, he had counseling.
It's just, you see, when sat in front of anyone not Milena... Gabriel refused to speak. Completely. He became awkward, withdrawn, terrified of the world and losing those he had left. His mother was really never home anyway, so no loss there. At some point, he and Milena rescued a stray cat that Milena named Iris, and they nursed it back to health together. Iris then lived with him, so even if she wasn't there, he was watched and cared for. (At some point he acquired yet another cat, another girl, whom he dubbed Daisy, a beautiful white one. He enjoys feeding strays when he has the chance, even. He's just that sort of person. It's why he took up biology.) Eventually, he and Milena started dating. It was because of her he was able to piece himself back together in some form of normal, and though he suffered severe anxiety, depression, and a general fear of people, Milena made it okay and helped him overcome it (he once said that even if things in the world scared him, if he could wear her shirt even if she was in school and he wasn't next to her he'd feel like she was protecting him anyway; it became a bit of a habit after that), and it all would have been fine, if not for a very specific Incident.
That is, a girl came. She told him Milena was unfaithful. Perhaps with one of those boys she'd been speaking to lately; who knows? And that is all Gabriel wants to relate. Because, you see, he just has no idea where she disappeared to. A shame, really.
This all led to a rather unfortunate series of events of him snapping utterly and becoming completely obsessed with his new project: Milena. If he cut her up and preserved her (He was a Biology major with a minor in Chemistry; he knew all the right ways), then she'd never leave him. He cut out her heart (so only he could have it), he removed her eyes (so she'd not see anyone else ever again but him) and replaced them with lovely red ones, and he kept her body in a glass case. Eventually, he became the director of a funeral parlor, happily finding his calling in preserving bodies for others the way he'd preserved his love's. Everyone always wondered about that strange man and his always happy demeanor and his secret, but no one ever knew. Every day he'd come home and talk to his wife. Every day he'd stay close to her, from the time he woke up and went to work to the time he came home and went to sleep.
She was his--ONLY his. His beautiful specimen girl, his wife, the woman he loved, the corpse that made him happy. Never mind the countless horrible ways he'd defile her body; it was all for love, it was fine. He was never caught, passing away long before he was ever found out, and it was only when someone visited his house and he died that it was discovered, because he'd died with her, there, in her arms, like he felt lovers should be.
It was only right, to Gabriel.