An unpleasant scene: No insight nor end in sight

A ragged scene? There was no reconciling this . There was no happy ending to this. The boy, the love and joy of his life lay broken and dead at his feet and nothing would change this' nothing would make this ok. Nothing would ever be the same again. He was dead. He would never realize his potential, never bring home a date or succeed where others had failed. Exceed where others had been found wanting.

A moment of weakness, of drink and indiscretion. Ragged and brutal, there was no lesson to be learned, no time in the future in which he would look back on this and take solace in a lesson learned. He would never take comfort in memories of past joys or warm inflection. His boy was dead and the fault undeniably, unforgivably his. There was no ending to be had, no epiphany and insight, only blood and loss.