Disclaimer: I don't own Henry Danger!
Pairing: None
"Charlotte," the tone he uses uncharacteristically soft, maybe even a bit hesitant, "I'm sorry."
His hands fall heavily on her hunched shoulders and she can't do this.
The silence in the Man Cave is thick with grief and she hates it— hates how they've all seemed to have given up on the possibility that he's still alive. It hurts.
With a sound crossed between a growl and a sob, she shrugs off his hand, curling in on herself, refusing to meet anyone's eye. She doesn't want to see their sadness— their sympathy.
"He's not dead." she blinks back the tears that threaten to fall, [she's not going to mourn, not when they haven't found him], "So, stop apologizing."
"Charlotte…"
She glares at him, "He's not!" she chokes back a sob, and clenches her shaking hands into fists, "He can't be!"
Ray has her in a tight hug before she even realizes she's crying— and all she wants to do is push him away. To scream and remind him that they haven't found his body, that if they would just go and search one more time, they'll find him.
But she knows— and suddenly she's letting out a loud, heart-wrenching sob, because he was gone.
Henry was dead and she had no way of bringing him back.
A/N: This...yeah I was feeling angst-y when I wrote this, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. VIVA LA ANGST! 😐✊ Also, I wanna just say thank you to that anon who left me that really sweet review, it honestly really motivated me!
Note: There will not be consistent updates as this is not a multi-chaptered fic.