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Pairings: None.
Summary: Watching Danny die was bad enough. Ashe having to bury him, himself, was something else.
A/N: In Ashe's POV. Review.
Only Bit Of Light Left In My Soul
By: Rainbowblack
My son. He was Heaven's little gift to me. He was an angel God sent down to me. He was so perfect, a truly beautiful child with golden eyes. He was so unaware to the dangers of the world. I tried to protect him, but everything went horribly wrong.
It wasn't his fault. Danny's curiosity was like throwing water through a screen door. It was impossible to stop it. I mean, I tried to show him the right from the wrong things. But he was also just a small child. I had to always keep that in mind.
Running into those thugs was the worst thing that ever hapened to me. Trust me, I didn't like the way I died. But seeing Danny being killed right before my eyes was...
... I can't even find words to describe it. I... I had my own child's blood on me.
Now here I walk, from getting him out of the water. This was something I had to do. It felt right. I couldn't just leave him to be in a disgraceful place like that lake. I wanted to give my son a proper burial.
I buried him underneath some trees. Some nature around him was comforing. As a head rest, I made a cross for him. That way, God'll know that there's another soul to be taken up to Heaven.
I take the painting out from my coat pocket, along with a match. I strike it, and burn the painting.
No, not to burn the memory of my child.
But a pain inside of me that I can let go.
Something that'll make me stronger.
Don't worry, Danny. I'll meet with you soon again.