Author's Note: Please excuse me for any weird fillers as part of the story...This is my first story and I really hope you like it! but then again you may be too overridden with feels to care. Maybe.
Disclaimer: These characters, Homestuck, and my soul belong to Andrew Hussie.
You don't think you've ever came to this part of the meteor before. But something about it makes you sad, as if you have. Wasn't this HER part of the meteor?
You look around, at the metal walls, and the crates scattered around. You wonder what's in them, but you hesitate to look. It might bring up bad memories, you think, and even if she is dead, it would still be rude to look in things that arn't yours.
You find a doorway in the corner of the room. You go through to find another room. Oh great, more metal walls and crates, nothing of particular interest. Just...paintings everywhere, of her ships. Some of them are of your dead friends...you tear up a little, reddish water rolls down your cheek.
Wait...
What's that? There's one painting on the wall that strikes you. One of them kind of looks like you, but you can't see all of it, there are crates blocking it. You go over to the crates and attempt to move them, but your scrawny grey arms are not strong enough to move them. You need something else to move it, so you look around.
Is that a hammer? Kind of looks like John's stupid Zillywhatever hammer. Is that...dice? What? Whatever, maybe you can use it. You walk over to it, and pick it up. It's much lighter than you thought.
You go over to the crates once again, and smash them. The dice roll, landing on 8, "Ridiculous Hat". A rabbit hat plops on your head, but you take it off and throw it away. Now you're ready to view...
Oh.
Whenever you view the wall, you could've sworn that your heart just shattered into little bits and pieces. All you're focused on is the word "OTP" spread on the wall, with you and HER under it. You fall on your knees, and you put your hands over your poor, shattered heart.
The worst part is, she died before you could tell her how much she ment to you.
And you deeply regret it.
Thanks for reading! Please review! Please don't ask about the hammer, it worked out, so it's good with me. Eehee.