The Dark Lord has fallen.
Your parents are to be executed.
No more abusive, controlling father.
No more haunting laughter and slurred words from your mother.
The black fog has ceased its suffocating.
No one left to torture you.
You should be happy.
But that's no longer possible. It's all because of him. If he hadn't have given you hope, if he hadn't have given you a reason to live, maybe you wouldn't be in this position right now. You know this cannot be real. Simply impossible. You scream, hoping it will wake you; hoping to find yourself in his arms again, his soft whispers of reassurance lulling you back into a dreamless sleep. You hope that he's just faking, that he isn't really dead.
Too bad hope isn't reality.
You drop to your knees, staring into his emerald eyes that used to hold so much life. Now all you can find is emptiness. No spark. No hint of a smile. No warmth. Just...cold nothingness.
And that's when it really hits you.
He's gone. Dead. Out of sight, out of mind. Ceased to exist. Silenced.
You're swallowed in a wave of despair. Unable to control yourself. Uncaring of any possible spectators. You grab his shoulders, shaking him until he comes back to life. Your motions increase to a violent speed as you see no results. Sobs are racking through your body, making you gasp for air. You can feel yourself yelling, screaming, for him to stop this trick...that it isn't funny.
You clutch his body close to yours, determined to never let any force separate the two of you. Tear-stained face now buried in the crook of his neck. Taking on the quality of waterfalls, the tears pour out. You feel like they will never end.
Prying hands cover your vision. More shrieks escape your throat. Now, only, in a wild frenzy. Digging your nails into his back, you exclaim one word you never thought you could utter.
Please.
And once you start, you cannot stop. A million apologies flood from your mouth. Coherent, or not, they come out.
They manage to tear you away from him, only caring about their dead savior.
Your senseless wailing has ended by now. In fact, almost all mobility has stopped for you. The steady stream of tears the only signal of your life. Accusations are thrown your way. Just like how everything bad is always your fault, they find a way to shove his blood unto you. Unable to counter, they eventually walk away. Leaving you there. Leaving you alone with nothing but the cold to face.
{ . r u n n i n g . . .
f r o m . t h e .
I N E V I T A B L E .
(A/N): I wrote this a while ago, but at the time I was unsure if I wanted to post it.
I'll leave it as a one-shot for now, but I may add more later. *shrugs*
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