Did it have to end like this?

He'd sworn that he wouldn't mourn. He knew this was the ultimatum, the final battle- either Chase would die, or he would. And he had prevailed. He had completed his task, his mission- he'd killed Chase Young. But what reason was there to mourn? After all, the Chase Young that he had known, befriended, and loved- his Chase- was already gone. He had died a long, long time ago.

But telling himself all these things as he prepared for his showdown and being there in the aftermath- seeing that once-powerful body lying limply at his feet and watching the light leave those golden eyes as dark blood slowly soaked into the sand, were two different things. It was too much. He dropped to his knees next to Chase's body, almost reaching out to touch him, but instead burying his face in his free hand and letting out a shaky breath. He couldn't bear to look anymore.

More GuanxChase (well, kinda), this time fanart for a fanfic that I have in the works. (Teaser of sorts above).
EDIT Fic is up- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3080251/1/ Please read and review!

IMPORTANT: I labelled this as having mild violence so that the filter won't make it invisible to most people. However, if anyone is bothered enough by it to want it changed to moderate, then tell me and I'll do it.