Welcome one and all! This will be a multi-chapter story, with much pain and sadness. So strap yourself in tightly, and (try to) enjoy the ride! :)
PROLOGUE
Eggsy had experienced heartbreak before, as every teenager probably has. A first breakup. A pet dying. Moving town, or even country. Away from friends and family. But this was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Seeing Harry alive one second, and… the next second, lying in a pool of his own blood. There were so many emotions taking over; grief, despair, anger… Eggsy couldn't comprehend them all. A gut wrenching wail came from deep within him;
"NOOOOOOO"
His head dropped and his eyes closed in a hopeless attempt to mask the immutable truth. Numbness took over his body, spreading like a relentless disease. It took all of his strength to hold his fragile self together. His heart had shattered into so many pieces, Eggsy thought it would be irreparable. He pushed his sweating hands so hard into his eyes that he saw stars. They shone so bright that it hurt, but he refused to open them. The shape of Harry began to materialise in the stars, arms reaching out for Eggsy, before jolting back and falling back into the darkness. Eggsy's hands gave up, and fell from his face onto the desk, knocking off a teacup. The mug fell to the floor, smashing into pieces; a metaphor for his heart, Eggsy would have thought. If he was thinking. But he wasn't. His mind was blank, or just so overwhelmed that it felt that way.
Somehow, Eggsy made it to his feet, dragging himself to the front door. Half of him just wanted to go and sink into Harry's bed, surround himself in the mans scent, and never breath anything else in again. The other half of him wanted to walk straight out of the door and into the road. To be with Harry. But where he ended up was beyond his conscious control. Eggsy didn't know how long he had blacked out for, but when his conciseness returned, he found himself about 10 meters away from a body. Harry's body. Through Eggsy's blurry eyes, Harry looked just like a black mass. He could have been a galaxy, Eggsy thought. Everlasting and oh so beautiful. But the truth struck Eggsy hard. Harry was gone. Eggsy wasn't sure if he would make it to Harry's body, or just collapse on the way.
His right foot took a step forward, taking dirt and stones along with it and scuffing his not-so-white shoes. Regaining balance, and eyes locked onto Harry, his left foot followed, then his right again, until he was toe to toe with the man. Eggsy's eyes made countless hopeless attempts to catch Harry's eyes, but they were locked onto the clouds above. A drop of water hit Eggsy's cheek, and he was unsure if it was tears finally escaping, or an inevitable raindrop. Finally breaking their glance, Eggsy looked up to the sky, and another drop hit his red nose. Storm clouds cast overhead, and rain started to hit Eggsy with less and less time between each drop.
He envisioned Harry coming up from behind him, placing his hand on his shoulder and puling him close enough to be under his umbrella. Eggsy's ear rested against Harry's beating heart, and warmth overcame him. The mans strong arms wrapped themselves around Eggsy's shaking body, giving him a feeling of absolute safety and content. He looked up into the dark eyes above him. Blood started to pour from Harry's eyes, his face drooped and a dark red hole appeared in his forehead. Eggsy desperately tried to hold the man up, but collapsed under his weight.
Another cold splash snapped Eggsy out of his daydream, and in one swift movement, he was by Harry's side, holding his jacket over the mans lifeless body. Eggsy's eyes and hair dripped splashes onto Harry's face, rolling off of his glasses and down his cheeks. Eggsy removed the mans glasses. An endless depth of sorrow and pain met him. He could not see whites of his eyes nor the blood vessels that had once flowed through them. Taking one last look into the sunken hazel balls, Eggsy closed Harry's eyelids. Eyes that once danced with light were now vacant and lifeless. Arms that held Eggsy tight when he was lost or hurt, that wrapped him in warmth and security were now pale and stiff, slung over his chest like a dummy. The mouth that would crack a smile every time Eggsy's strong accent danced around the room, was now turning purple and cast in an everlasting frown. And if all that wasn't enough, there was a dark red pool of blood under his head, running through his grey-streaked hair.
Eggsy let his body slowly fall onto Harry's, resting his ear on Harry's chest. As he let himself fade into the looming darkness, Eggsy saw a blurry figure run towards him, followed by another smaller figure. The last thing he heard was a distorted yet familiar voice calling his name. He let himself succumb to the darkness, slowly loosing his tight grasp on Harry.
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