Okay so this came to my head and I couldn't get it out. So I wrote it. It's a little sporadic but that's the way I want it to be, I mean Roppi isn't going to exactly think straight while he's dying. I hope you guys get it...
The bathroom floor was cold, I could feel it through my jeans. Or maybe I'm the one cold? I can't tell anymore, it's all starting to blur. There's one thing for sure I know, the liquid spilling from me is hot, invigorating.
I smile softly at this feeling. I've been searching for it for what seems like forever. Why I haven't done this sooner, I can't remember...the blonde...my blonde...
It hits me, almost like an electric shock through the heart. I forgot all about my blonde. I promised him I'd be here when he came home...promised...
I'm positive I'm moving, maybe it's just me. Though the vision I have left tells me it's true. I feel like I'm floating, feet off the ground. How?
My shoulder starts to feel wet. It makes no sense...
"R-roppi, It's o-okay. It will be, I-I promise." my eyebrows knot in confusion. I must be hallucinating, he's at work, late shift.
My head falls on something strong, something familiar. I breathe in slowly, it's getting difficult, though I notice it. I feel so relaxed, that smell. It's one I'm so used to. It's his.
Wet kisses hit my ear and occasionally my temple. It's such a strange show of affection...why is this happening?
I haven't stopped moving, it's an almost unnoticeable jostle...no I'm moving fast? I can't tell anymore...I'm scared...
I'm scared.
A fabric becomes known under my hand. Has it always been there? With the strength I have left, I clench it. Despite everything it comforts me.
It's all too normal. I've done this before...
I'm tired. Sleep is calling me and it sings so sweetly. I almost can't resist it, but there's another voice...it's begging me not to...
Soon the jostling stops, I'm still. Am I back in the bathroom? Did I even leave? Hallucinating is exhausting.
My eye is forced open. There's a light...it's so annoying... I can't stop myself from following it when it moves. Soon I'm left alone.
I feel my hair move. Air? No, it's more like stroking me. Maybe they want me to sleep too. But the voice, it won't stop begging.
The soothing movements stop. I'm left alone again...I've always been alone...except for...
My blonde. Where's my blonde?
That's my last thought before I black out.
So here's my dilemma, I'm not sure if I want this to be a one-shot or an actual story. I've decided if I get at least 5 reviews telling me they want it as a story, then I'll continue it. If I don't, then it'll stay a one-shot. And if you do decide you want it as a story, it would be awesome if you tell me something you would see this story about. I kinda have a story plot but help is always appreciated!