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Hate me later, I couldn't help but do this.
This also has a lot of POV changes for Arthur cause that's just how I was writing it.
"I'm scared." They said, their voice cracking, as a new wave of pain overcame them.
Tears streamed down Arthur's face as he sat there, holding {Y/N} in his arms. He was mostly limp, breathing weakly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He could barely keep his eyes open anymore.
"Do you... want me... to sing you... a song?" The British man asked, choking on his sadness, tearing up more, almost unable to finish the sentence.
"Yes." {Y/N} smiled weakly in his arms, his eyes becoming wet with tears and he gritted his teeth in pain.
"~You are my sunshine..., my only sunshine... You make me happy... When skies are grey... You'll never know dear..., How much I love you... Please... Don't... Take... My... Sunshine... Away~" Arthur hadn't been able to finish the song, {Y/N} was gone, his whole body still.
His eyes were closed, his tears flowing no longer, his mouth pulled into a soft smile. His hand entwined with mine.
Yet they were apart now.
It had fallen from his.
He's gone.
My sunshine, is gone.
He was unable to think about this, his thoughts scrambled and disorganized.
He can't be gone.
There's no way.
That can't be.
He wouldn't leave me.
Arthur grabbed his face, his fingers digging into the side of his neck, in search of a pulse.
Nothing.
The warmth already leaving.
By now, he was being pulled from me.
The paramedics were a couple minutes too late.
I took hold of him, tears still streaming down my face as I screamed them.
'Calm down, sir' one had said.
How could I calm down.
He was gone.
I'm left alone again.
Forever.
'Let go, please' another stated.
I couldn't.
I wouldn't.
The two paramedics gave up, helping me stand.
I carried the lifeless man out of where we were, stumbling a little, still numb from the trauma.
His mother stood right at the entrance, becoming a weeping mess when I came out.
She tried to speak, but her trembling words broke off every time.
One of the paramedics tried to calm her, but it was useless.
I stood before her, holding her sons body, devoid of the emotions I should be feeling at this very moment.
"What... Happened?!" She sobbed.
I opened my mouth to speak, then hesitated. But finally I grasped the statement.
"He killed himself."
I don't regret writing this quick little story ️