I'm so sorry
A/N: But of course it's Shandy because I'm addicted to that pairing and I don't need help. It will be sad like a little boy that didn't get its Christmas present. Maybe sadder.
Sandy's POV
This isn't real, this isn't real! He's still breathing; even if there was a way, he'd use that as a last resort. This has to be some sick dream I'm in, right? He can't be dead; just the thought of it makes me sick. But I remember it. Oh god, I can still see it. His body landing right in front of me, still burning. This can't be real.
I noticed, so why didn't I say anything? I knew pushing his limits wasn't a good idea, but he was so hopeful. So stubborn. In all honesty it's my fault; I should've said something sooner. It's my fault that I'm holding his cold hand and it's not getting warm. I should've stopped him from going super.
If only Black Doom hadn't been stupid enough to push him into it, if only I had gotten here a bit sooner. Hoisting him on my back, I bit back a smile almost expecting him to wake up and tell me to put him down, insist that he was alright. As much as I wanted that to happen, it never came. Just silence. I wanted to cry and scream, but I couldn't.
I couldn't figure out why I wouldn't, maybe because I can't believe anything that just happened. Or that I'm carrying a shell of the person I've grown to love. Losing my footing, I hit the floor cringing as his body rolled away from me. Staring into the blank spaces that used to be aflame with red irises, I frowned releasing an animalistic sound from my throat.
"You idiot! What were you even thinkin'? You didn't have to… Why?" I cried, pounding my fist on his chest getting the same lifeless look as his body jumped slightly under each hit.
'Will you stop already? I might be dead, but you don't have to take out on my corpse.'
Stopping my assault, I lowered my head fitting it between his shoulder and chin. Right, it's just a dead body; it's not like he'll feel it. It's not like we'll argue like everything's normal because he's just a corpse. It's not like I'll get to see him smile then deny it again.
Dear agony
Just let go of me
Suffer slowly
Is this the way it's gotta be
Dear agony
A/N: I don't think I did well with this, but I can't go on my opinion alone, so did you like it or hate it? Clearly, I own nothing except for the plot. Criticism is welcome.