A/N: Just a quick oneshot on Horatio's feelings about losing Marisol. Enjoy:)
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: Miami. I'm just a fan who has too much time on my hands.
Bang.
That was all it took. One shot, and everything was undone. Everything he had worked for, everything he had given, everything he had lived for, was gone. Irrelevant. And it only took a moment.
Is this what loving him had done to her? Was he the reason that she was lying in a hospital, clinging to his hand as she took her last breaths? Was that his fault?
The doctors told him to say goodbye. They said she couldn't be saved.
That was a lie. He could have followed his head. He had known it was dangerous for her to be with him. But he had been a fool.
Make no mistake, he loved her. More than his own life. And she loved him. But he had understood that sometimes, the best thing to do for the ones you love is to stay away.
He couldn't keep away for long, though.
And then she had told him that she didn't care. That she wanted to be together, no matter the risk. He couldn't refuse her; he wanted that, too.
He could have saved her from himself. But she didn't want him to.
He could have saved her.
But instead, he holds her hand as she tells him, one last time, that she loves him.
All he can do is hang his head and apologize. Say he's so, so sorry.
And after she dies, he'll stay with her until they make him leave. Then he'll go home - to their home - and live with the grief of her absence and the pain of his guilt. He'll live like that until he can't anymore. Until her loss becomes too much.
Look what that shot did to him. See how it only took a moment.
Bang.
A/N: So, what did you think? Let me know, please!