A/N: Youtube is my new obsession. Please R&R!
Warning: Major character death and two swear words. That's it. (Shocking, I know)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. Don't sue me.
Words: 600 on the dot
Pairings: None really, but you could read it as slight Ianthony, whatever floats your boat.
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Shattered
The horrendous stone stares back at me through the pouring rain. The words seem to laugh at me, at my pain. By now you would think that there couldn't possibly be anymore tears to fall from my eyes, and yet they still come. The rain mixing with my tears mock me. Rain drops will eventually go away, they'll stop, and no one will think about them again. But these tears, the tears that fall for him, will never stop. They will scar my cheeks, and I will never see my face without them. At least in my mind. They won't leave any physical marks, but I wish they would. This pain that I feel is so intense, so unbelievably heavy, that I can't imagine that I will always feel it, but no one else will know.
He brought so much joy to so many people. He touched so many hearts, and now he's gone. In less than a millisecond, he was brutally ripped from our world. And there wasn't a single god damn thing that I could do about it.
I slowly open my eyes. I didn't realize that I had closed them. I drag my gaze back to the headstone. It's…wrong. He left such an outstanding impact on the world, on me, and the only thing left to show is a cold rock.
Daniel Anthony Padilla
September 16, 1987
September 15, 2015
You can't be with us all the way down here,
So wait for us until we can be up there with you.
It was the day before his birthday. He turned- should have turned twenty-eight. We were out for his birthday. I was the one that insisted we go out. He wanted to stay in and watch a movie. I should have listened. But I didn't.
We were laughing. I will give anything to go back and hear his laugh again and tell him goodbye. But more than anything, I would've stopped him from going down that street. Some fucking moron decided that the law didn't apply to him. He slammed into the driver side, Anthony's side. I remember him yelling and then nothing but darkness. It was the kind of darkness that was suffocating, but you wanted nothing more than to stay in it because, somehow, you knew that whatever put you in this darkness was worse so much worse than whatever could happen to in the darkness. I came out of it, though.
The first thing I noticed was Anthony's arm across my chest. I looked over, but I regretted it the instance my eyes landed on Anthony. It was hard to tell where the car ended and Anthony started. It seemed like there was too much blood to only be from one person. His first thought was to protect me… He was pronounced DOA. Of course the driver of the car that hit us, the driver that killed Anthony, walked away without a scratch.
I turn and walk away with tears still cascading down my face. No matter what Anthony, I will never forget you.
Epilogue
Every single day after that, I thought about him at least once. Eventually I didn't cry when I thought of him, eventually I smiled at every single memory. I named my oldest son after him, Daniel Anthony Hecox. Sometimes I tell Danny about the incredible man he was named after. My little boy's eyes always light up when I tell of the fun things Anthony and I would do together. Danny's twelve years old now, and he makes me even more proud every single day. I miss you, Anthony.
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