He's standing by her hospital bed, holding her hand. Like the rest of her body, it is cold and lifeless. That burning passion that followed her everywhere she went had died out, and all that was left were the ashes. He wishes it would come back, that she would come back. Yet, he knows it won't happen. He wishes he could have helped her when he had the chance. All he could do was his best, but his best was just not enough. He wishes he could've done more, but he didn't, and now here he was, standing by her as she lies there, lifeless.
Her powers had put too much pressure on her body. He had heard she could not control them during her days at the Battle Frontier, which made her a bit short-tempered. However, after coming to Unova and meeting him, she had gained control over them. Despite that, using just a bit had put pressure on her body, and after so much, she couldn't take it anymore. People said there was a way to save her, but they didn't know how. He wanted to know.
He did all he could. He talked to anyone who could help: any expert Psychics, her family, even with her former butler Darach, whom he had a bit of a rivalry due to their feelings toward her, yet no one could help. He researched all about the powers Psychics had, but none of it came up with what he needed to help her. He just spent his time, doing all he could to help the woman he had fallen in love with, but Fate had made other plans. Fate made Father Time make the second hand move faster towards the last second on the clock, and he also made the last grains of sand in the hourglass fall. He hates how Destiny just treats his life like it is a little game, and she and he are just pieces. He wishes that Destiny's opponent had captured him instead of her. He wishes.
Everyone will say he isn't to blame, but he feels he is. She could appear full of life and tell him he should not feel the guilt in his heart, but it would still be there, haunting him. He wishes he could have grabbed the small chance he had to save her, but Lady Luck took it away from him. He could wish all he want, but like that burning passion of hers that he loved, the shooting star's light had faded, and his wish would never come true.
So, here he is, standing by her. She looks so beautiful, even when her life had just been taken from her. While her fiery passion had died out in her, her beauty was still with her, while that passion stayed with him. He tries to hold in all the emotions he held in his entire life. From simple sadness such as a small boy not getting his toy, to the pain he is feeling right now, he tries to hold it all in. However, it all comes out in just one drop.
He sheds a single tear. He's never cried in his life; not one drop of sadness or joy came out of his eyes. But he still sheds at least one tear, knowing his Sleeping Beauty will never wake up.
This is my submission for Music Intuition's "Breakng Free" contest. I find that Grimsley's gambling personality and Caitlin's nature switch from short-tempered to calm is what make the two a good couple (in my opinion). Also, I had never really written a Tragedy fic before, but I'm glad I did. Most of my stories end on a happy note, but this one really didn't. Whether I'll win or not, I don't know. I'm just glad to be apart of it. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed.