Prompt Word: Ends
This was it.
This was the last time Roy would see Johnny.
They both had known it was coming, but neither had the courage to admit it to themselves that it was inevitable, especially after The Accident.
They had tried to convince themselves it was better for both of them, tell themselves that only blame and bitterness would culminate between them and the only viable option left was to say goodbye. It was a thinly-veiled excuse that was torn down every time they looked in each others' eyes and saw the unspoken fears, guilt, and apologies. The same unspoken words that had grown in the months Roy had spent next to his partner's bedside praying for just one more day, please, God.
It was evident to Johnny when he swam into consciousness long past visiting hours and saw the shadow of his best friend move closer to him that things were never going to be back to how they were. It was concreted when he immediately slammed his eyes shut as his first seizure took control of his body.
The footfalls faded slowly, as if Johnny was buying time. Perhaps he was trying to figuree out a way to reverse the damage done to himself and Roy; perhaps he was only hesitating so he could absorb every detail about Roy, even though he knew it all already. Or maybe the tears in his eyes blurred his vision as he attempted to make his way to the car.
It didn't matter; not anymore. Roy knew Johnny was gone when he heard the definitive click of the Rover's door.
The engine turned over and the tires spun on the dusty road, catching quickly and moving away. It took with it a piece of Roy's heart and the spark in his eye that had once defined him.
Maneuvering his wheelchair, the ex-firefighter/paramedic Roy Desoto made his way into his house.
A/N: Just something I wrote way too late at night. I edited it, but apologize for any mistakes left. As for the 100 prompts, I don't know if I'll finish all 100, but it'll be an ongoing project at the least. J