Disclaimer: I do not own Watchmen.
A/N: Time to try and get serious about this...
This fic was somewhat inspired around the song "How To Save A Life" by The Fray.
Sorry it's short. And kinda gay, too...
"Rorschach..."
The cold Antarctic winds whipped harshly against Daniel's tear-stained face as he wandered out into the empty wilderness, his eyes glued to the lone hat and ink-blot mask lying in a puddle of frozen blood. Laurie stood in the doorway, her arms crossed as she watched Daniel fell to his knees in the snow. Sighing heavily, she turned her head away, unable to bring herself to stare any longer. It was just too sad.
"Rorschach...he's..." Dan let out a choked sob. He had no idea...no idea that this would happen...while he was busy satisfying his own sexual, perverse desires...Rorschach was...Rorschach was...
The man once known as Nite Owl II swallowed the rising bile in his throat. 'Oh god...'
The faint stench of Rorschach's old, dirty overcoat still lingered in the air. Daniel closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath before opening them again. A thousand images oF Rorschach played vividly in his mind all at once.
"He...he was my friend..." Daniel muttered aloud, quietly to himself.
"Do you know how hard it is, being your friend?!!"
"...And I was his friend...his best friend..."
"Daniel...you are...a good friend. I know that. I am sorry...that it is sometimes difficult."
"...I was the only one ever willing to actually listen to his incessant rambling...I was the only thing that kept him feeling like he was still a human being...who made him feel like he still mattered to someone in this world..." Daniel shook his head violently, unable to accept the truth. Rorschach was dead, and he had done nothing to save him. He had failed to uphold the very standards of being a masked hero that he had sworn to years ago.
'Rorschach...'
Lifting the ink-blot mask into his shaking hands, Dan clutched it tightly to his chest. It was still warm to the touch. Tears began to roll down Daniel's cheeks once again. His body had grown numb to the ice-cold temperatures that surrounded him.
'Oh god...Rorschach...I'm so sorry...I let you die...I'm your friend, and I let you die...I'm so sorry...'