Just an angsty little one-shot for Shane/Mitchie. Kind of a poem, but not exactly. It's a tragedy, but they only let you put two genres. Inspired by Remember December by midnightwriter1898 (sorry if this is too similar…)
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I Would Give My Final Breath
She sat, waiting, on the front porch steps.
Waiting, waiting…
And he was running to her, but she couldn't see.
The rain poured and the lightning struck and the thunder roared and she cried.
The cars honked and the lights shone and the road stretched and he sighed.
Thump. Thump. Bang. Thump. Thump. Crash. Bang.
That's how it went.
His feet pounded on the crowded street.
She stood, and stepped under the rain.
He whipped the wet hair out of his eyes.
The rain poured and the lightning struck and the thunder roared and she cried.
The cars honked and the lights shone and the road stretched and he sighed.
Drip. Drip. Sniffle. Drip. Drip. Sniffle. Cry.
That's how it went.
He raced down the corner.
She walked down the driveway.
Still she couldn't see.
The rain poured and the lightning struck and the thunder roared and she cried.
His shoes slapped and his muscles screamed and his head hurt and he flied.
That's how it went.
The truck drove.
He saw her figure.
She stopped in the middle of the street.
Still the rain poured and the lightning struck and the thunder roared and she cried.
But his feet were still and his eyes widened and his voice choked and he cried.
That's how it was.
The truck hit.
She flew.
He dashed to her still and crumpled form.
And she looked up and her smile shone and lips moved and she sighed, "I love you."
And his tears fell and her eyes closed and her heart stopped and she died.
That's how it was.
Her words repeated.
He spoke in a whisper, "I love you."
And he held his breath.
And the rain poured and the knife plunged and the blood poured and he died.
That's how it was.
That was a little dark, wasn't it? Oh well, I was just in the mood to write and this is what came out. R&R