My Sunshine
Fandom: Eve
Rating: K+
Genre: Tragedy, Romance
Pairing: Eve/Will
Word count: 484
Summary: [SPOILERS for the series one finale episode] Eve was his sunshine. And she always would be. Eve/Will. ONESHOT.
AN: The finale! God, it was brilliant! Eve and Will, they were just...ugh, too cute! I wrote a draft of this last night, just after I'd watched the final episode, but it was too fresh and I kinda cried a bit (read: a lot), so that's why you lovely people are getting this fic today, so you don't get overwhelmed by my angst.
DISCLAIMER. I do not own Eve. Or the song "You are my sunshine". That belongs to someone else (I don't know who.)
Prompt: Imagine Person A singing 'You are my sunshine' as Person B slowly dies in their arms.
It was all his fault.
If he hadn't trusted Mary, this would never have happened. If he hadn't forced Eve to leave with her mother, this would never have happened. If he hadn't filled her head with all those ridiculous lies - "You're a robot. Robots don't have friends." - then this would never have happened. Eve wouldn't have gotten hurt. She wouldn't be lying on the ground damaged and broken because of him. His father could say whatever he wanted, to try and console but Will knew that everything that had happened since they had escaped from Calimov less than half an hour ago was because of him. Him and his stupid choices. Stupid choices that may have cost him Eve's life.
His grip on her unresponsive hand tightened, as he blew another round of bubbles, watching them spiral through the air and land on the ground beside her still form. The tears that had been falling ever since he realised that she wasn't going to wake up dripped off his cheek and splashed onto the floor, mixing with the popped bubble mixture. He was never going to be able to fix what he had done, clean up the mess he'd made, assure Eve that all those lies he'd told her when they'd stood in the basement together were just that - lies. That Nick and Mary hadn't made him act like she was a part of the family for some experiment. She was a part of the family, and she always would be. He wasn't ever going to be able to make that better, apologise to her. Was that what she spent her last minutes of life thinking? That she was alone? That no one had ever cared about her, not really? The thought made him sick to his stomach. How could she truly believe that no one cared for her? That he didn't care for her? How could she think that he didn't care for her? How could he prove to her now that he did?
He vaguely remembered something his mother used to do, every night before he went to sleep. She would sit at the foot of his bed and sing to him - to keep the bad dreams away, she said. To fill his head with happy thoughts and good memories. Eve needed some good memories right now. She needed good memories to wipe away all those poisonous words that he had told her as he watched her face crumple and the sparkle in her eyes dwindle down to nothing. She needed to know that someone cared - that he cared.
"You are my sunshine...My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey." His voice caught in his throat, coming out half-strangled. "You'll never...know, dear, how much I love you..." He leaned over and pressed a kiss on her temple. "...Please don't take my sunshine away."