(A/N: I know, I know. "You updated Catching Up AND posted a oneshot?" Why, yes, yes I did. But I had free time, so I thought, 'why not'. This one is a oneshot I wrote because I don't want to do a death in Catching Up. So yeah, enjoy your angst!)
I don't own Sisters Grimm.
She looked so perfect in her glass casket. Her lashes shed spidery shadows down her cheekbones, and her lips were pursed in the way that she was about to yell at at him while laughing because it was just too funny for her to keep a straight face. Her blonde hair was framing her face in gentle waves, and Puck resisted the urge to tuck it behind her ears.
Everything was so wrong. Sabrina would never wear a dress so fancy, especially something so white and beaded. It was brutally ironic, because he had pictured her in a different white dress in their future. He didn't think he would see her, lying in front of him, so drained of the glow of life.
The Marshmallow clung to his arm, silent tears sliding down her face. The old woman and a hundred or so other Everafters were gathered around Sabrina as well. He was snapped from his musings by Daphne tugging on his suit jacket and telling him to speak at the podium. Puck honestly had no idea what he had said, none of it really came from the heart. Some other people said things, but all he could was stare at her.
He was waiting for her to roll over grumbling about early mornings and complaining about 'who's idea was it to stick her in a dress?'. A grim smile tugged faintly at his lips as he imagined her waking up. Her voice echoed in his mind. "Ugh, who woke me up?" She would scowl sleepily, "And why am I wearing a dress? This is so itchy. Is this a prank? Puck, I will kill you for this! Don't sleep at nigh- What are you guys doing? Why is everyone standing around me? Jeez, can't a girl get ANY privacy?" She would snort and clamber out and everything would be okay.
But it wasn't, because suddenly the service was over, and the rest of Grimms left him with Sabrina. Puck remembered how she had encouraged him to speak from the heart after Oberon's funeral. So he cleared his throat.
"Well, Stinkpot, everyone is gone. No one left for you to mess with, so you can get up now. Nah, I'm just kidding. I have to say, your funeral was pretty boring. The Marshmallow, the old lady, Canis, Red, and way too many Everafters were there. Weird how they only cared when you were gone. Things are going to be pretty quiet around here for a while. But to be honest, and as much as I might have denied it. I miss you. I miss the way your eyes would flash when I made you mad, I miss the way you would watch the stars with me on the roof, I miss the way you would press your face into my neck when we were flying because you didn't like heights. I miss the way you would smile when I kissed you on your nose, I miss every single part of you. Just-just send me a sign, okay? Because I've never felt more alone to be honest. Give me a reason to keep fighting."
For the first time since Sabrina's death, he let a tear slip out his shut eyes. Soon his cheeks were wet with grief, but he never let a sound never escape him. Stupid humans, why were they so breakable? Puck slumped to the ground and wrapped his arms around his knees.
But no matter what, no matter how long he waited, or how much he wished, Sabrina Grimm would never move again.
Y'okay? I hope this satisfied your emotional self. I know Puck seems a little OOC, but you have to understand Sabrina's death really tore him up. Okay, review please!-Tave