Title: Grieving Thoughts
Author: crimsonredmagic
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Supernatural
Character: Peyton Sawyer (Mentions Haley James Scott, Dean and Sam Winchester)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: (062) Death
Word Count: 329
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Mark Schwann is the creator of One Tree Hill and Erick Kripke has the honor of creating Supernatural.
Warning: Mentions character death

She'd promised never to leave you, made you believe that sometimes people remain by your side. She'd said she'd always be by yours but she was wrong.

Haley's gone and she won't be coming back and all you can do is weep a river of tears by her tombstone, placed next to your boyfriend's mothers in memoriam because there's nothing of Haley's body left to bury for real.

Now there are only three of you when there once was four.

You all try to go on, try to make things work without her there. You sit in your usual seats, Dean driving, you riding shot gun and Sam sitting behind you staring at the spot she used to occupy like he's desperately trying to will her back into existence.

You want to tell him everything is going to be okay, feed him some two bit line about how eventually everything will work out but the truth is it won't; besides you haven't spoken a word since you watched Haley's lifeless body crumble to the ground and you're pretty sure you never will again.

At least not to either of the men sitting in the car with you.

You blame them a little, it's selfish and wrong of you but you really can't seem to help it.

If they hadn't have come into yours and Haley's life, if Haley hadn't seen something in Sam that made her drop everything and be with him, if you hadn't found yourself wanting to spend more time around Dean, everything would be different.

You and Haley would be back in Tree Hill, still dreaming of leaving the town behind for better things and big adventures.

You'd both be bored but at least you'd both be safe.

But it's pointless to dream up what if scenarios and what could have been wishes because they won't do anyone an ounce of good and at the end of the day your best friend will still be dead.