A/N: I've written this short story a few weeks back when I stumbled upon a prompt on-line and ever since I finished it I've been going back and forth if I want to post it. While I don't mind putting Brandon and Kelly through a lot of things, this one is still different. Let me know what you think. It's an AU story and takes place in season 8 after Kelly did not make it after the shooting in parking place.
Tears
Pain, incredible pain and guilt. It was all he could feel and concentrate on. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't live...not without her. Four days, fourteen hours and twenty-six minutes. The time was flying and with each passed second he missed her more. Her smile, her eyes, her laughter, her voice, her lips on his, the warmth of her body.
There were moments when he was sure the bedroom door will open, he'll see her smiling face, watch her walk in and everything would be the same as before they left for Hawaii. Those little moments made him for a split second forget the fact that he would never see her again.
Closing the last button of his white shirt he stood up from his bed slowly and moved to the mirror where his black tie waited to be fastened. Instead of picking it up his eyes fell on her necklace that was still lying there as she left it. The tears spilled on his cheeks as countless times before. He picked the necklace and held it between his fingers just staring at it for a few moments before he brought it to his lips and kissed it softly, as if it could miraculously bring him closer to her.
Setting the necklace back on the table he looked into the mirror. The five days stubble was gone, but the red pained eyes and tired defeated face remained. He had no idea how he was going to make it through this day, her funeral.
The finality of the day downed on him again and he stumbled back to the bed. Once he'll see the white coffin standing there, he can no longer pretend. He hid his face in his hands.
He has been waiting, waiting for days to wake up from this nightmare. He wanted to forget what happened, but it was constantly coming back to him. The shooting in the parking place. Followed by the minutes when he held her in his arms, pressing on the wound praying that the paramedics will arrive. The endless drive to the hospital when he was assuring her that everything was going to be okay. The moment when they finally arrived and the doctors and nurses whisked her away for surgery, it was the last time he saw her alive. The memory made him choke on tears.
He sat there in the waiting room for hours with Kelly's mother and friends, waiting for some news. But when the doctor finally walked out, it was not the news they wanted to hear. He could still hear Jackie's scream full of pain that only mother can feel when she loses her child, followed by tears that he feared were never going to stop. She lost a daughter.
No one blamed him for anything, not that day and not any day later, yet he felt enormous amount of guilt. If it wasn't for him standing up to those guys, Kelly would be still alive.
More tears spilled on his cheeks. He couldn't do it. He couldn't go there and watch as they were going to lay her to rest, standing face to face with her family and friends while knowing deep down that all of this was his fault and he should be the one laying there instead.
Grabbing his car keys he rushed outside his room. Completely ignoring Steve and Valerie and their questions and pleas he headed outside jumping into his car and backing out of the driveway. The tears just kept coming blurring his vision. He pushed them away when he felt his cell vibrating. Pulling it out of his pocked he quickly glanced at the text he received from Steve. Writing back a simple "No.".
He hit send, then a tree. Everything went black in an instant, the old oak tree splitting in half and falling down right on his car. When the paramedics arrived minutes later all they could do was pronounce him dead.