Rating: PGish?
Warnings: FEELS HOLY FUCK THE FEELS oh and character death
Genre: Angst
A/N: HOLY FUCK YOU'VE BEEN WARNED OF THESE FEELS.
Richie tried to count the things that he wanted to say to Virgil. It wasn't an easy task. First, he had to figure all of things he had to thank Virgil for. He wanted to thank him for being there for him, for convincing him to come out to his parents, for never giving up on him. There were dozens of topics in that one category.
Next, he needed to think of things he wanted to apologize for. Like all the times he started arguments, or the time that he refused to speak to Virgil for three weeks straight. Another good example was when Static broke his arm during a battle because Gear wasn't paying enough attention. There was so much to apologize for.
There was one thing that stood out from the rest, however. Richie still hadn't told Virgil that he was in love with him. Hopelessly, maddeningly, in love. He had been planning on telling Virgil, of course. If things had gone according to plan, Virgil would have known by the end of the week.
But things didn't go as planned. Instead, Virgil was hit by a car while crossing the street in front of Richie's house.
Richie had been standing on the porch when it happened. He was laughing at a joke that Virgil had called over his shoulder and trying not to run after him and pull him into a kiss. One second everything was perfect, and the next, it wasn't. Nothing happened in slow motion, like a lot of people say. At least, for Richie it didn't. The car appeared out of nowhere, struck Virgil, and disappeared as fast as it had came.
And so, here they were, in the middle of the street. Richie was wracking his brain for something to say, because he knew he didn't have much time. There was a very slim chance that his best friend would live until the ambulance showed up, let alone survive the ride to the hospital. These were their last moments together.
"R-Richie?" Virgil stammered. His eyes had a scared look in them.
Taking Virgil's hands in his, Richie didn't bother to keep the tears from flowing down his face. "I'm right here, V. Don't worry, I won't leave." He didn't bother telling him that he was going to be all right. They both knew it would be a lie.
"I'm dying. I'm dying, aren't I, Rich?"
With a choked sob, Richie nodded. Virgil blinked slowly and almost smiled. It was now or never. "Virgil, I-"
"I can see my mom, Richie." Virgil's eyes were focused far in the distance. "She's there, I can see her."
Richie was crying so hard that he couldn't form words. He just squeezed Virgil's hands and nodded.
"She says that it's all right. That I'll be safe." His voice was growing softer and his eyes were starting to close.
"Th-that's right, V. She's right."
"I… I l-love you, Richie."
"I love you, too, Virgil."
