Felt like writing some Sadstuck. I'm very proud of myself for writing both this thing and the update for another story today.

Anyway, I don't own Homestuck. Hussie does.


The flip of the shiny coin, the glint in her scarlet glasses, the flat expression on her black lips. The movement of her arm, the light bouncing off that deadly blade, the yellow sun on my chest slowly turning green, then cerulean.

At first, I do not register any pain. The first pain that comes is emotional.

I just got stabbed by the girl who I wish was still my best friend.

Then the physical pain arrives, but it is drowned out by the sobs that should be coming out of my lungs, but are not, for I am growing weaker and weaker. I fall to my knees, then my stomach, and I watch as the beautiful sea of blue in front of me spreads as my life fades.

And then I am awake again. I am utterly alone this time. There is no hole in my chest. But there are no wings on my back either. I am back in my old jacket and jeans. The left sleeve is still torn, but the arm there is made of flesh and blood.

The next thing I notice is that I'm not breathing. I must not need to anymore.

My eyes remain half-lidded, as though tired. My blue-painted lips refuse to twist into any formation other than what is natural.

I just got stabbed by the girl who I wish was still my best friend.

And yet here I stand, though I know I'm dead. It looks like I'm going to be here awhile, so why not remember back to the times I wish continued?

We were practically unstoppable, the two of us. We would win against every opponent we faced. I admired Terezi for her ability to do so well without powers. It made jealousy boil in me, but the admiration cooled that feeling.

We would laugh, me, my horrible little laugh that I hated. Her, that full, loud, beautiful sound that made my fangs poke out from my mouth in a large grin.

We kept it very secret, but we would kiss sometimes. Sometimes gentle kisses, sweet ones that made my fluttering stomach feel like it was going to fly away. Sometimes rougher ones, that required a small battle for the slight satisfaction of a moment's dominance. I remembered that once I had nearly pierced Terezi's lip for her. She just laughed it off, and got me back in the tongue, making cerulean and teal drip down our chins.

I remembered the games we played, of the good guy versus the bad guy, of pirate versus Legislacerator, of Redglare versus Mindfang.

Her love for her own twisted sense of justice, her love of all things red. I never wore shoes that were not red, and it was a tribute to my beloved Sister.

She had understood me. She had understood the pain I went through, and why I acted so horribly towards others. I am selfish, but she told me it wasn't just that. She said it was a bad habit, an extremely addictive one that was hard to break. She said she liked all my bad habits, that I was stubborn.

Her laugh filled my head again. It was such a wonderful sound.

Then I remembered when things got bad.

I made Tavros walk off a cliff.
I made Sollux kill Aradia.
I caused Terezi to go blind.

And then she decided she was done with me. She wanted nothing left to do with me, and I was left standing in my dark place. I was alone. I was never going to find the bright bundle of laughter and color Terezi is, was, again.

And as I sit in this empty wasteland of wherever I am, I feel the insides of my chest start to ache, almost unbearably so.

I long for Terezi's voice, her giggle, her touch, her kiss.

She may have left me, but I never left her.

I just got stabbed by the girl who I wish was still my best friend.

And for the first time in what feels like sweeps, I begin to cry.