For RagdolDark, as requested~

A continuation of chapter two. I didn't really follow the request entirely but I hope this is kind of along the lines of what you wanted?

Wishing well part 2

I was, in all honesty, terrified.

I had a fear of committing. Commitment meant trust. I could count the number of mechs I trusted on one hand.

Special Ops did that to you.

I was freaked out when I realised the only reason I got up in the morning was to see Prowl. When every moment of every day, my thoughts would wander back to him and I would end up smiling like an idiot no matter what.

I screwed up.

Badly.

I am such an idiot!

Instead of saying what I really wanted to say, I fragging chickened out and told him that we should break it off – the exact opposite of what I dearly wanted. I'd never seen him look so spark broken before in my entire functioning and the way he just let me walk out was even worse.

The way he just continued on as if nothing had changed at all and if he simply didn't care hurt more than I'd like to admit.

I was often in Blasters quarters, often enough for tasteless rumours to spread, usually sobbing, as he tried his best to take my mind off of it. Blaster was a mech I wouldn't hesitate to give my spark up for, and he was one of my closest friends. I could break down in front of him, easy. He'd seen it all before, especially when me and Prowl got into our spats that left us both fuming.

As horrible as our arguments were, leaving me terrified that he'd never let me snuggle up against him again, I missed them. I missed them so much I'd give up anything just to hear him again.

I missed hearing his voice, I missed the smell of his office, I missed the sound of him furiously typing away on a datapad – I just missed Prowl.

And I'd never be able to make it up to him.

Would he even accept my apology in the well? Would he let me at least talk, try to explain myself?

I had been stupid. I had been so, so stupid!

And now that was it. It's too late.

Gone.

He's gone for good. He'd left us before he'd even hit the ground and there was nothing even Ratchet could do.

Prowl died because I was too cowardly to say three words.

It's my fault.

I hope this is what you wanted " I'll re-write this... one day...

Anyone have any requests for me to write anything?

~Llama