Author's Note:
Hello!
I know, I know- I'm working on the next installment of An Immortal. I promise!
But I have this entire thing written out and all I'm doing is adding more... so please don't yell at me...
Also, this is from Hiro's POV- right after Tadashi died ;-;
Please don't murder me for this either... if it's even any good :P
Onto the next fan fic!
The next month... week... days...? were torture. The constant "I'm sorry", and, "It'll be okay" rang in my head over and over again, but it didn't help- it wasn't true. It wouldn't be okay. He was gone. Tadashi was gone.
It rained the day of the funeral. Like the sky understood what an important and amazing person they'd lost. I don't really remember anything else, except for the tight, throbbing pain in my chest. The hurting. The hurting.
He was gone.
It hurt so much. It was unbearable- yet I kept going. I kept going for a long time. I don't know how I kept going. I just... did.
People thought they understood the unbearable pain- people thought that they had it bad. But they didn't know him like I did- they didn't understand. They didn't understand.
He was gone.
I remember crying at the funeral- but only after I listened to people give eulogies. Just listening to people tell how much they loved him, how much they appreciated him, how much they wished he was alive, how much they missed him... It made it hurt more. It was like I snapped back to reality and... I just broke down. I had to leave.
I just couldn't take it.
He was gone.
They couldn't even find a body.
He was gone.
I ended up sitting on the top of the stairs, staring down at the stair beneath me- thinking of how many times Tadashi had stepped on it. How many times we'd walked up these stairs together. How often...
He was gone.
Why did it hurt so much?! Why did it have to hurt so much?!
He was gone.
Why did he have to be so selfless- why couldn't he have done what any normal person would have done and stayed out?
He was gone.
Why did he have to die...
Why did he have to leave me?