Author's Note: This is day three of my Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. countdown six-word story challenge. I do not currently have a Beta, so all mistakes are mine. Fitzsimmons and everything else belongs to ABC and Marvel, otherwise there would be much more fluff (and probably angst) in the actual show.
Tragic visions slowly stole my life.
I see him everywhere.
He manifests through the technology surrounding me, every hum a machine makes. It reminds me of his steady consistency, how he devotes himself to a project and works tirelessly towards completion until it is finished.
Monkey, a singular word, sends my thoughts hurtling back to all the times he had mentioned them in passing before I become stuck on when he mentioned them while we were at the bottom on the ocean. The word does not appear frequently, but it made me ache with longing whenever it does.
A Scottish-tinged voice amplifies in my mind, and suddenly the words no longer below to the original owner. The accent is taken over by him, and the sentence contorts into one that he would say. I occasionally hear it when nobody is talking, allowing him to speak through the memories stored in my mind.
My life is a whirlwind of the loss of Leo Fitz. The sun transforms into one of his D.W.A.R.V.E.S. A glimpse of the sky is painfully similar to the shade of his eyes. The images swirl and suffocate me, and I find myself utterly lost in a world without my best friend. I am aware that I may be delusional, but if it means that my best friend can continue to accompany me through the struggles regardless of his situation, it might be worth it.
So I continue to wait by his side, grasping tightly onto his hand as I hope that he will wake up so we can both finally be free.
Author's Note: This was one of the shorter oneshots I have written, but I think it turned out alright. Anyways, you can read the rest of the series on my profile!
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