Ladies and gentleman, Artemis's thoughts on Wally's death. I'm being flooded with Spitfire feels right now. It's a really weird time in my life. Yeah.
I don't own Young Justice. Or the song Glycerine.
I stare at the empty apartment one last time, as my head fills with images from the past few years. I can still recall the sound of his voice, the smell of his skin. I still think he's going to come trough that door at anytime, hug me, and tell me it was just a dream. But deep inside, I know that's not going to happen. Wally's gone. Period. And nothing's gonna change that.
Do you know that feeling you get when you fall from a high place, and all you can do is keep falling, because there's noting you can do that's going to make you go back up, so you just wait until you hit the ground? Well, that's exactly how I feel right now, except that I never hit the ground, because if I do, I will break down.
I'm suffocated by the memories, because I can't let them fade away. I have to keep them safe, in a place where no one can reach, right in the back of my mind, that one place where HE can live forever.
So I have to keep going, I have to be strong, for Wally, and for the child that I'm carrying, a little piece of him that lives in me. I close my eyes and inhale deeply as I say my final goodbye before leaving the apartment for the last time. And I know that somewhere far away, in another world, another day we shall be reunited, because, after all, I won't ever let him get away with nothing.
Must be your skin I'm sinking in, must be real for now I can feel.
Now if you need me, I'll be lying on the floor curled in a ball until I'm over all this dead Wally bullshit.