K+D react to T's Death

Kevin POV

We stood there in silence. I could feel Dynasty's hand gripping my shoulder. I turned around and she buried her face into my neck, tears beginning to soak my jacket.

Is he... He can't be... Can he?

Tears of my own (only a few though) were dropping onto the ground as I led Dynasty back into school. I kept my arm around her the entire time. None of us spoke for ages. We just let it sink in.

Tom Clarkson was dead. It was impossible to believe, and yet, it was the truth.

I remembered something my Mum told me about death, "It's so massive you can't fit it all inside your head. People grieve in different ways. You have to let them." I didn't believe her then, because I'd never experienced death before, but now... She was so right, it was scary.

Dynasty was still bawling so I tightened my grip around her. "I'm here." I told her, and she jumped a little at my voice, because neither of us had said anything.

I didn't bother telling her it was OK, because it wasn't and there was no point in lying to her. But I needed her to know I would be there for her.

If you were to ask me how I felt right now, I don't think I could answer. It just feels like I've been punched in the gut, turned upside down and emptied out. I feel hollow.

I don't understand - why him? What had he done wrong? All he was trying to do was save a pupil. It was even a pupil he wasn't fond of. But he did it anyway.

It's not going to be the same at Waterloo Road. We're all going to miss him.

R.I.P. Tom Clarkson.

Dynasty POV

Tom's body lied limp on the floor, Mrs. Mulgrew begging him to keep talking and to stay with her. I squeezed Kevin's shoulder, just for some reassurance that something else I cared about wasn't going to leave suddenly and without warning.

Kevin turned and I buried my face into his neck. I couldn't look at Tom's body anymore.

I felt numb. Like I was going to collapse any second. Thankfully Kevin led me into the school, keeping a grip on me.

I don't know how long it had been. I had been crying the entire time; I just couldn't stop. Kevin was there, whispering words of reassurance into my ear, keeping me in his embrace rocking me back and forth, slightly. "I'm here. That's it; cry all you want."

Tom had helped me a lot, trying to stop me from running off with Steve-O (that good for nothing lying little... Scumbag.) I'm really upset that I never got to properly thank him.

I just wish it was someone else, rather than him.

Kevin and I didn't speak until the next morning, which was unusual for us, but we were both still grieving.

We talked about the memories we had of him, and tried to keep our tone as light as possible. Kevin told me what it was like before I came and we ended up being in a better mood, because we'd talked it out.

R.I.P Tom Clarkson.

This is for Amy, so I hope you enjoyed this! It took me a while because I had to semi get over Tom's death, so I didn't burst into tears with every word I wrote. If you've got any ideas, send them to me!

Thanks for reading, and review!

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