Consumed - Chapter 1

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He's shell shocked, standing outside the hospital, covered in blood -- not his own, but the blood of another... his beloved. What was supposed to have been a romantic nighttime walk -- well, as romantic as things could get in MayhemTown -- turned tragic in a heartbeat.

He wanted to be alone, tears beginning to stream down his face as he stood there, unable to move. Now it was hitting him. Now he realized he was going to be raising their child alone, and that... that thought was what broke him. He fell to his knees, a sobbing wreck.

Wiping the tears from his face, Glanni wouldn't move from the position he was in, so many things running through his mind at once. He knew he couldn't stick around -- he needed to get home, clean himself up, and... plan a funeral. This was supposed to be such a happy time for them, but now, it was nothing but tragedy.

After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly got to his feet, making the walk back home. As Glanni walked through the empty streets of MayhemTown, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. The moon was obscured by the thick cloud cover, casting a somber mood over everything. The silence was deafening, and Glanni's thoughts were the only sound he could hear.

He had always thought that he and his beloved were invincible, that nothing could ever come between them. But fate had a different plan, and now he was left alone to pick up the pieces. He couldn't believe that he would never see Ólafur's warm smile or hear his infectious laughter again. It was like a part of him had been ripped away, leaving an empty void in its place.

As he reached their apartment building, he was greeted by the familiar scent of his beloved's cologne. The realization that he would never be there to greet him again was like a punch to the gut.

He was hurting so much, lashing out by grabbing the chair from the kitchen table and throwing it across the room. He didn't stop there; anything he could get his hands on, he threw -- screaming and crying in a mix of grief and anger. He began shaking, collapsing to the floor, sobbing. Hours passed before Glanni could pull himself together. The apartment was in shambles, a reflection of the chaos inside his head. He stumbled towards the bathroom, catching his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, face streaked with tears and covered in dried blood.

He realized how much he had let himself go in just a few hours, both physically and mentally. He was due to give birth to Svanhildur in only a couple of weeks and needed to pull himself together. With a deep breath, he began to take stock of what he needed to do.

First, he needed to clean himself up. He washed his face, using cold water to help clear his head. He then stripped off his bloodstained clothes and took a long, hot shower. As the water poured down over him, Glanni couldn't help but think of Ólafur. They had planned so much for their future together, and now it was all gone. He had to stay strong for their child, for Svanhildur. He knew that she would need him more than ever now.

With a heavy heart, he got out of the shower, dried off, and threw on some pajamas. He made his way to the nursery, which they had set up in anticipation of their baby's arrival. The room was decorated in soft pastel colors, with a crib and changing table set up in the middle.

Glanni stood there for a moment, taking it all in. He pictured Ólafur holding their daughter for the first time, a proud smile on his face. Tears began to well up in Glanni's eyes once more, but he quickly wiped them away. He had to stay strong for Svanhildur.

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