Karkat looked out the window, hoping to see John waving up at him, walking up the dusty gray driveway that led to the Egbert's front door. He hoped to see that stupid and goofy smile of his, wavy up at Karkat from below, in the grass. Karkat desperately wanted John to just be anywhere, even outside, even if it was raining like a motherfucker. Then he would run downstairs and open the door, walking out, and yell at the derp for standing out in the rain like an idiot.
But that was not the case.
All that was outside was the grass outside, and the large tree in front of the Egbert home. Along with that creepy green thing, of course. And lastly, the rain. It fell down depressingly, making the outside dark and dreary. A small crackle of thunder could be heard in the distance.
Karkat gulped, fighting back the red tears that were threatening to flow.
"Please," he whispered. "Let this be a dream. Let it all just be one fucking nightmare."
Karkat hugged his knees up to his chest, and pressed his forehead to them.
Another crack of thunder. A gust of wind caused a tree to be knocked down, and Karkat wished it was John, coming down from the sky, doing the windy thing.
But it wasn't.
It was just the simple storm. It wasn't John at all.
Even thought Karkat wished, begged, and hoped that it was…
Nothing. It was just simple.
And Karkat refused to believe that John was gone. He refused to believe anything that involved the one he felt red feelings for, dying. Or dead. He didn't want to. He didn't want to at all.
But he had to accept the fact that John was gone.
And he was never coming back.
Karkat couldn't contain the tears anymore. It was too much for him. Everyone in his life was leaving him.
Kanaya, Feferi, Nepeta… and now… John.
Why couldn't people just stay? Why did people have to die?
It's bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit.
And for the first time in a while, Karkat fell to his knees and cried, just as the thunder sounded again, and the rain sputtered against the window, making a funeral song for the lonely troll.