Hey guys. I'm writing this while lying on my floor. The movers took all out unwanted shit so it's just me, my suitcases, and a bunch of pillows. It's gloomy and raining outside so I'm in a sadstuck mood. Please enjoy this story and remember to give me suggestions. xoxo

Time - Davesprite - Words: 1,111

You'll never really know how much time you spent beside him as he lay there dying. Everything hurt too much and it felt as if your brain was shrouded in a heavy mist of confusion, with only hope left to lead the way. Hope can be easily crushed if it isn't strong enough, yours can be crushed by a simple wheezing gasp. That gasp is what lets you know he won't make it, he's going away and you are immobile and useless against it.

"You weren't supposed to die..." The words are barely a whisper, it's all the strength you have. Blood is steadily draining from your body but the pain and realization will keep you awake. His lips tilt up and he laughs tiredly, you're going to miss that. laugh.

"I'm proud of you kiddo." That's all it takes for you to lose it, to lose everything you've practiced for. The orangish-tears are spilling from under the stupid, unironic shades you bear. You grip your own arms with taloned hands and cling to your dying warmth desperately. You cry for everything you've held in, for all the fucking shit life's thrown at you. You cry for him and for everyone in the game, you cry for everyone who'll miss him.

"Kid... don't cry... that shit ain't cool."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT COOL! YOU'RE LEAVING ME ALONE IN THIS TWISTED FUCKING GAME, AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST LAUGH AND SMILE AS MY WHOLE WORLD CRUMBLES AROUND ME? DO YOU WANT ME TO BE AN EMOTIONLESS STATUE WHO CAN'T FEEL? IF SO THEN BE READY TO GET DISAPPOINTED! I'M GOING TO MISS YOU... I'm going to miss you so much, Bro... don't go, please..." The waterworks start again and it's like fucking July up in here. Silence drifts through the air for a few moments, your hiccuping sobs replacing everything else.

"I'm gonna miss you too kid, I'm sorry." His arms wrap around you, and even though he's the one dying, he's comforting you. His large, stupid hands run through your hair and rub at your shoulders, avoiding the injured wing you now carry. His actions start to grow slower and you know he doesn't have long. The air is growing thick and you know you can't stay too much longer, he can't either.

"If I'd known this would've happened I woulda spent more time with you, Dave."

"It's not Dave," you mumble stupidly, "it's Davesprite, I'm not him anymore."

"Shut up kid, you're still Dave to me. Don't hate yourself, I won't forgive you if you do..." A small amount of comfort is found in his words but it still hurts. His movements stop completely and his arms hang losely around you, pretty much nothing but your own weak grip holding him to you. You set him down before you cry again and instead stare at his cold, now lifeless corpse.

"Bye, see you soon Bro." The blood stops seeping from both your wounds and you know he's okay. You on the other hand, you don't know. You'll have to find out the damage done, and that'll take time.

How ironic..

No thoughts other than killing Jack were on your mind five minutes ago, now as the orange blood spills over your tattered body your mind is racing. Regret, anger, pain, fear, and a hint of happiness storms your head and heart. It doesn't hurt, even though he's tearing you apart, you're too numb to feel pain. It's just the annoying feeling keeping you from dying. Everytime you drift off enough it pulls you back like a rope.

"I'm proud of you kiddo."

The words echo around you and you smile like he did in death. You hold onto his words as you die, alone and at the hands of the being you hate the most. You figured you would've lasted longer, but rage took over and here you are.

"proud of you kiddo."

Your heartbeat is slowing down as Jack continues to mawl your already broken body. He knows that you're gone but it's probably for revenge, what other reason could it be?

"of you kiddo."

Memory is failing you now and it's just time left. Time is all you have as you feel yourself being ripped from your mess of a body.

"you kiddo."

Orange feathers and blood stain the air around you as you fall into oblivion. You can't feel anything and can't see either. It's dark and too quiet. There's no sounds, no heartbeats or breaths.

"Hey kiddo." You snap your head up to see him standing there in a perfect state, his wounds gone, his sword no longer impaled into his chest. Maybe that's how the afterlife works, maybe your wounds eventually heal. You may not be able to feel them but they're there, the lack of wings is annoying you now.

"God damnit Dave, why'd you go fight him?" His voice is harsh but caring at the same time and you decide to give it to him.

"I was tired of waiting, I was tired of you being gone." The words are so true but also a big lie, tired didn't even cover it.

"Heh," he smiles again and suddenly it's bright and you're walking towards his open arms, "I missed you too."

I'm sorry it sucks but I didn't want to over do it. Btw, I'm just putting it out there, I have a tumblr and I may start putting things up there. I also run an unprofessional help blog on my tumblr, message me and I'll listen to your rants or help you to the best of my abilities. Granted, I am just a teenager, but someone who knows your pain can be better than someone who doesn't understand that way. My tumblr: heir-of-music

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