"I can't believe he's gone." Simmons said mournfully in his maroon armor.
"You know sometimes when people fall off the cliff in movies they're actually just on the edge hanging on a tree branch or something." Tucker said.
"Nope, he's definitely dead." Sarge said to them.
"Maybe we should look just in case." Simmons said.
"I think looking will get our hopes up, Griff wouldn't have liked that. Griff would have wanted our expectations to be as low as possible and we can only do that by not looking. Then have a nice lunch and a sandwich." Sarge said.
"He could be right over the edge." Simmons said.
"Sounds like a waste of-" Sarge was cut off by a familiar holler and then a thump was heard as the familiar person crashed on the ground. Griff groaned as his helmet was facing the ice cold snow that covered the ground like a thin layer of blanket.
"Griff... how did you survive and managed to get up?" Simmons asked. He knew Griff would never do exercise even if he was close to death. So how exactly did he make it?
"Where's Wash?" Griff asked.
"Over there why?" Simmons said while Sarge was mumbling asking God why didn't he take Griff this time.
Griff walked over to Agent Washington who was on the ground recovering from his injuries. Griff cleared his throat and said, "Wash even though you did put us through all of this and I don't particularly like you. I just want you to know that I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for the person who had saved my life. Your friend sacrificed her life for me and she just wanted me to tell you not a feel guilty. To tell you that it wasn't your fault and lastly, to tell you your friend, Ten said goodbye."
Wash said nothing as he glared at the ground. He's probably the last freelancer alive not counting Wyoming, but Wyoming is M.I.A. So who knows what happened to him. All of his friends that he had made when he was in Project Freelancer are gone. They don't exist anymore. He'll never be able to talk to them, laugh with them, make jokes with them, hang out with them and he'll never be able to pat them on the shoulder. They're just memories now, good memories. Even though they are gone physically, their memories will survive in his heart. He'll miss York, North and Ten teasing him of his childish behavior. He'll miss doing missions with them and most importantly he'll miss them in general.
"Thank you Griff. It means a lot for me." Wash said quietly.
Griff noticed his strange behavior and sat down with Wash. "You'll miss her won't you?"
"Of course I will! She was... one of my best friends! Even if she's gone... she'll still live on!" Wash said.
Griff thought for a moment and finally said, "You loved her. Didn't you?"
Wash remained silent but eventually said, "Yes... I did love her, but she's gone now and I never got to tell her my feelings towards her."
~~Author's Note~~
How did you like this short story of Red vs. Blue. My friend literally hit me for killing the main character and tried to kill me. She did in her head because she knows she can't touch me in real life.