Disclaimer: I'll tell you one thing right now, if these characters were mine, season five would have gone a lot differently. You all know who they belong to.
Spoilers: Well if you haven't seen season five, you might not want to read this. You'll be really confused.
Summary: Short 1/1 about how Wes is feeling after the death of Fred.
Hope
He can't live without her.
To some people, that would come off as an exaggeration, but it's completely true.
He's forgotten how to live. He's lost the will to try.
He hasn't been able to eat, or sleep. Sometimes he can't even breath without her.
He's taken a descent into darkness, and without her, he can't find his way back.
He sees the one who stole her body, took her life, and he hates her. He looks at her and sees the shadow of the one he loves. It hurts him. He can't stare for too long because it blinds him. It leaves him feeling even emptier inside.
The emptiness never goes away.
It's been weeks, and he can't stop grieving. Not even for a single moment.
He never smiles because she's gone. Without her, he has no reason to smile. He just slips into darkness with a glass of Bourbon in his hand.
How can she be gone? He asks himself that very question every minute, of every hour, of every day.
They say her soul was destroyed, but he wonders how that could be.
Souls can't be destroyed. He says to himself.
Or can they? He contradicts himself.
If her soul hadn't been destroyed, she would find her way back to him. He promises himself that everyday.
That's what keeps him hanging on.
The small bit of hope. That she'll find her way back to him.
Hope. That's the only thing he has left, and the only thing keeping him alive.