Okay please don't be too rough on the reviews, its my first story. So this happens after finale, because you never really read about them telling Vee about scott. So I decided to write about it XD
We walk back from the battlefield, I walk next to patch, who is holding scotts body, I couldn't bear to leave him behind. The gruesome wound around his stomach is turning a toxic blue, the color of devilcraft. Its oozing a blue liquid, that is getting all over Patchs shirt.
Oh god, what am I going to tell vee? I- he said he would be back, we were both wrong. Now to see the look on her face, the despair. Well lets just say Im not looking forward to it.
It hurts now more than it did before, the loss. When it happened, I had no time to think about it, it was in the heat of the battle, all I felt was a momentary grief, a stabbing sensation before I had to continue the fight.
Now memories flash like a kaleidoscope over my vision, which is blurred with tears. My throat burns and I am about to cry. I remember when I first met him, back when he was all creepy and threatening, and when I thought HE was the black hand. What I've learned since then.
Then when he had to disappear, after I helped him, how he gave me the car, such an improvement over my rust bucket. Akk hed done after that was help.
Its too much, the grief is consuming me, just the memory of all his kind smiles, his jokes and easy going personality, it kills me. And how happy vee was with him…
The tears spill from my eyes and soon I am wracked with sobs, both from his death, and also just from everything that has been going wrong these past few days, when I thought that I had lost patch, my love, to just seeing all of the bodies littering the battlegrounds. Both of the fallen, and some nephil too.
Patch looks over at me, and I can tell from the look in his eye that he would hold my hand if he could, and he would kiss me better, make everything be alright, if he were not hindered by the body he carries in his arms.
I touch scotts arm tentatively, it is freezing cold, and a smear of blood smears on my arm, florescent blue in color. I look at it horror, and I stop, looking down at it. And just when I had calmed down, I break down once again.
I probably look like a lunatic, standing there staring at my index finger, sobbing my eyes out. Patch touches my arm softly, transferring the body to his other arm. He drys the tears from my face and kisses me softly, but then pulls away, because the body is slipping, he catches it with the other arm again, looking back at me, concerned.
"I love you" I say, repeating it over and over and over, kissing his cheek, careful not to touch scott.
"I love you too Nora, forever." He says softly, his dark eyes full of an emotion stronger than Ive seen on him before. "Are you alright?" He asks.
I wipe my eyes on my sweater sleeve, wincing as a smear of my own blood rubs against my face.
