i don't own any of the characters.
this story probably doesn't make much sense, but i had an idea and wanted to try writing it. so...sorry
He couldn't breathe, He was drowning…
He knew he should calm down, think. Try to save yourself.
But the overwhelming panic, the need to breathe. It was too much…Help me… someone please Help me…
It had been a month ago, when he had first met her. She was been attacked by a demon, and he had just happened to be passing by. Now that he thought about it, maybe he should've minded his own business. Not intervened, he wouldn't be here now, if he'd just let her be…kept walking.
Instead he had stepped in, allowed her the time to escape and he'd taken care of the demon. But she hadn't escaped, she'd stayed around. Waited until the demon was vanquished and came out of hiding, she introduced herself to him. Thanked him.
And that was it. That was that. Or so he thought.
The next few days He'd been very busy, two midterms to study for, and three papers due by the end of the week. Unfortunately his phone kept ringing. And ringing…
It was an unknown number so he ignored it at first, but by the fifth call he was starting to wonder who it could be, so he picked up.
Her voice came through. But of course he didn't remember her. She sounded a bit annoyed by his forgetfulness, but she brushed it off quickly. She begged him to allow her to take him out to thank him for saving her life. Chris tried to tell her it wasn't necessary, that he did it all the time. But she wouldn't listen…how he wished she had.
He was cold. The pain he had felt so vividly was now barely even there.
Tears fell from his eyes; he could feel her, holding him. Stroking his hair, singing a lullaby…he was terrified. Not of death, he'd felt death before, but of her. Of what she was. Would she do this to somebody else? And what of his family? What would they feel once they found out…
Don't cry… she whispered.
I'm here, and you're safe. And this way we'll be together forever.
Don't cry…I love you, and that's all that matters now.
His breaths came in short gasps now. His heart beat barely there. His lips blue, from lack of oxygen. I'm sorry he whispered. I'm so sorry…
He'll come back. He has to, he must have his reasons for having disappeared!
I can't feel him. I can't sense him. I can't even summon him. I think that he, he's…
Don't say it, don't you ever say it! Not to me, not to Leo, and especially not to Piper!
He's dead, he's dead and that's why we can't find him. He's dead and we can't handle it.
At her death bed, Piper looked to the faces of her family. Her son Wyatt, her sisters, her husband… and for the first time in years, the face of her youngest son.
I knew you'd come back one day. She reached out to him… but he didn't move. His eyes were sad, tortured.
Why do you stand and look at me like this? Where have you been? Why can't you come closer to me now?
But he didn't answer; he just stayed there, looking at her. Trembling with uncontained sobs. That was the last thing Piper saw while alive, the devastated face of her child…his grief.
When Piper died, she was greeted by her family. Her grandmother, mother, and oldest sister, and it was at that time that she finally found out what had happened to her son. He'd been taken by a witch that he'd saved from a demon; she had become so obsessed with him, calling him, stalking him, and finally came up with a plan to make him hers forever. She had cast a spell just before he took his last breath, making it so his soul would forever be linked to hers, unable to move on, unable to find peace. It was devastating to hear that her refusal to believe he was dead meant that she had not looked for him, and now in death she was unable to even tell her family about this. She couldn't free him. She'd condemned him to suffer… all because she was selfish.
