Hefty: See, I told you they would hate you.
Did anyone actually SAY they hated me?
Hefty:They meant it.
Show me where!
Hefty:...They hate you man...I know they just hate you...
That's—DID YOU JUST CALL ME MAN?! *Eye twitches* You are SO dead! And not just in the story! *Pulls out machine gun*
Hefty: W-where in the smurf did you get that?! *Jumps into the safety of the computer screen* Seriously, it's always the quiet ones...
Smurfette's POV
I open my eyes. Nothing. I see nothing. Just white, plain white. The color I wanted my wedding dress to be.
The atmosphere feels weird. Not warm, nor cold. "Hello?!" I call out, uncertain of where I am. No one replies. I hug myself, and walk uncertainly into the never ending whiteness.
As I walk further away, I wonder to myself, when will this whiteness end? Why does it go on forever? Why is no one here?
A hand to my shoulder makes me freeze. Quickly I spin around. Hefty stands before me, looking as handsome as ever. Those facial features I always admired. I can't help but smile.
"Hefty...what are you doing here?!" I ask, unsure. My eyes search his face. His lips set into a firm line. But as I stare into his eyes, the realization begins to hit me. My smile fades. I make a small "oh" sound.
"Hefty!" I shout. "Y-you died! NO! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?!" I take a deep breath. "A-and...I did too...wait...I died? Then, we're dead?!" I ask Hefty.
Instead of answering my question, Hefty says, "I didn't know you loved me, Smurfette. You should have smurfed me."
My mouth stays open, like a gaping fish. :I-I-I tried to tell you. I wanted to tell you so many times...but..."
"I loved you too, Smurfette. I still do. I'm sorry. You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you this. For so long. And this is the way you find out. But...why, would you do such a thing and go into my house when I was ill?"
I blink at him. "Why would you do such a thing and disobey Papa Smurf, thinking you can't get sick?"
Hefty stares at me. For a long time, until he finally says, "I was careless. That's why."
"And look what happened to you...to me..." I whisper. My voice quivers. But I can't cry. I promised Hefty. But, if this is Paradise...how can I still feel the urge to cry?
"It's okay, you can cry..." Hefty assures me. I leap into his arms, and wail. Hefty's strong arms hold me softly. I bawl into his muscular chest.
"Just let it all out." Hefty strokes my hair.
"Y-you have no idea h-how th-his w-will affect the o-other smurfs..." I say between sobs. "How m-much i-t will affect Sassette...P-poor Sassette... and p-poor little Baby..."
I cry until I can't anymore. Hefty wipes my eyes. "You know what, though?" Hefty murmurs. "It's not your time to go. You have to go back."
My eyes widen, and I gasp. I shake my head vigorously. "W-what...are you saying?!"
"It wasn't your time to leave. Hey, I have no idea how this whole life stuff works...but all I know, is that it wasn't your time yet. You have to go back."
I squint at him. "What? B-but what about y-you?"
Hefty takes a deep breath. He stares at the white horizon. "I-I have to go home."
Joy fills me up. "Y-you're coming home, too?! S-so it wasn't your time either?!"
"Smurfette-"
"T-that's wonderful!" I laugh out loud. Smurfs would think that I'm crazy if they heard me like that. But who cares. I'm just so happy! "W-we can become a couple. Sure, some smurfs would be sad that I didn't choose them, but that's just the way it is. And in a few years, maybe we can get married. Ooh! Just like in my dream!"
"Smurfette-"
"There will be flowers everywhere, and everyone will be invited. I will have the Pussy willow Pixies smurf over to help me with my dress, and-"
Hefty cups my cheeks, and forces me to look at him.
"Hunh?" I say, bewildered.
"That sounds smurfy...but...I'm not going to my "home". I'm going HOME."
My eyes widen. A hundred, thousand, a million tears fall out of them, all at once. "Y-you mean..."
"It was my time."
Slowly. I sink to my knees. My arms flop beside me, like jelly. Small sounds escape my lips. This can't be true. No. not true...IT CAN'T BE!
"You can't...YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" I shout up at him. "You have to come back home with me, you have to! Handy, your best friend! Think of him! THINK OF PAPA SMURF!"
The smurf I love grabs me by the wrists, and gently pulls me up. He touches my face again. "I'm sorry...but when it's time...it's time. And that's where I'm heading now. Home."
My arms wrap around Hefty. I don't want to let him go. I want him to come with me. He can't leave like that. But I know there's nothing I can do. I begin to sob again, harder this time.
"I-I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE! I-I LOVE Y-YOU HEFTY! I LOVE YOU! Y-YOU'RE THE REASON I-I LIVED FOR! W-WHAT AM I SUPPOSED T-TO D-DO WITH Y-YOU GONE?!"
He tucks a portion of hair behind my ear, and whispers, "Don't do what Brainy did. Tell everysmurf I love them. Tell Papa Smurf that everything will be alright. And be happy."
I gasp. Without a warning, Hefty presses his lips against mine, and kisses me, again. I return the kiss. The last moment with Hefty. MY last moment with him. I don't want this to end. Never.
I still cling on tight to his body, as he begins to disappear. My eyes are closed, but I can still tell he's disappearing. His shape becomes less solid, until finally, I grip nothing but air. I stumble slightly forward as my eyes slowly open. I whisper goodbye, one last time.
And my world plunges into darkness.
Handy's POV
The end of Hefty...I can't imagine what the next days will be without him. Now I'm not dumb enough to be the one to commit suicide—No I didn't call Brainy dumb just now-(You'll understand this only if you read my other story) But...what will this village be like?
I can't control my sobs. Everysmurf is in Hefty's house. Papa Smurf disinfected the whole house, and he put something so that Hefty and Smurfette wouldn't be contagious. He did that in an hour. And an hour ago, Hefty died. Barely. And I sit in the corner, bawling my eyes out, as every other smurf cries, looking at the bodies of Hefty and Smurfette.
Sassette and the smurflings had gone on a journey with Grandpa Smurf. They arrived like about ten minutes ago. Poor Sassette. She especially didn't take the news well. Now she won't let go of Smurfettes Body. That's gonna be bad.
Baby smurf isn't here. I know he might be too young to know what's going on, but trust me. That smurfling is really smart. Who knows? He may even figure out what's smurfing on? But he's with Grouchy.
Poor Papa Smurf. At the corner of the house, his back facing us. I can tell how he's feeling. It's horrible. First having to put up with that Clumsy had died. The That he's alive. Then that Brainy almost killed himself, then that Hefty didn't listen to him and got ill, then that Smurfette got ill, then that they're both dead?! I have no idea How papa can smurf with all this...
I glance back at the bodies. The scene makes me cry. Papa Smurf laid them down on two separate beds, but their hands are almost touching. I look away as another sea of tears overtakes me.
"N-now Sassy, ya gotta let go of Smurfette. There aint nothin' ya can do now," I hear grandpa say.
"I-I don't wanna, Grampy!" Sassette bawls. "I-I wanna stay w-with Smurfette...FOREVER!" I hear Sassette break down again.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Weepy cries. "They're gone! WHY?! WHY!"
Why. That's what I ask myself. Did we not try hard enough? Did I not have enough faith?! What was it that I didn't have that made us not come back on time?! WHAT WAS IT?!
The smurfs that went with me on the journey stand in the back. Gutsy, with his hands behind his back, and with a sad face. Harmony crying on the wall, and Dreamy crying at the ceiling. Tracker is biting his lip, and looking at the floor. A few tears stream down his nose. Brainy sits on the floor, his knees all the way up to his face, and his face is covered by his arms. I can't tell if he's crying or not. Clumsy is in the same pose, but he's shaking so much with sobs.
Poet goes up to say a poem, but Greedy tells him something, and he backs away. I'm surprised Greedy isn't eating or anything. Even Lazy isn't asleep.
I take a deep breath. I really don't feel like being here anymore. I just want to be alone, in my house. I stand up, and walk towards the door. But just as I reach the handle, I hear Sassette scream. I hear her fall backwards. Quickly, I smurf around, expecting to see a huge spider or something. Instead, nothing. Grandpa helps her to her feet.
"What's wrong, Sassy?!" Grandpa asks, alarmed.
Sassettes eyes are huge. She points at Smurfette. "S-s-she...s-she moved!"
"WHAT?!" All the smurfs yell. Mine being the loudest.
"S-SHE'S BREATHING!" Slouchy screams.
I glance at Smurfette. I see her chest rising, and falling. WHAT?
Without a warning, Smurfette gasps, and bolts upright. She breathes heavily. Everysmurf, with the same expression, like a dead, caught fish.
"G-GREAT SMURFS!" Papa Smurf shouts, and places a hand over his heart. Smurfette...alive?!
Smurfette looks at everysmurf in the room. Then she looks at Hefty. She bites her lip. I, too, look at Hefty, hopefully. Hoping he'll wake up.
"S-smurfette..." Papa whispers, walking to her bed. "H-HOW...?" His glance goes to Hefty, who is still as limp as a doll.
Smurfette shakes her head, and her eyes water. "Hefty...isn't coming back to this home, Papa Smurf..." Smurfette murmurs. Tears fall down her cheeks. "He's in his real home..."
Well, end of this short chappie. Hefty's not gonna say anything cuz well...just listen...
Hefty:*sobbing uncontrollably on a tissue box* WHY?! WHY DO YOU WANT SMURFETTE TO SUFFER AND BE ALONE WITHOUT ME?!WHY DO Y-YOU WAN'T H-HANDY TO BE ALONE?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I-I'M LIKE THE S-SMURFIEST SMURF THAT E-EVER SMURFED! WAAAHAHAHA!
Yeeeeeah, he's takin' this hard. Oh well, who cares XP No, I wasn't going to kill him outside the computer screen. He just go me a bit mad. That's all! :D REVIEW PLZ!