A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in so long! It's so weird to re-read through these and see how my writing's improved. I hope you enjoy! This was inspired by What Hurts the Most.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lion King or What Hurts the Most.
"Why did he have to die?!"
Sarafina held her daughter tightly, nuzzling her affectionately. Sarafina tried to hold back her own tears, trying to focus on her daughter.
"Sweetie, I know it hurts right now..."
Nala continued to sob. "I want him back, Mommy! He's my best friend!"
Sarafina continued to hold her cub tightly, "Sweetheart, he's gone. We can't do anything about it now."
Nala nuzzled into her mother. "Mommy, I...I failed."
"What do you mean, sweetie?"
Nala's sobs grew harder, "Simba asked me to play with him today, and I said no! If I said yes, Simba would still be here. I failed him."
Sarafina's heart clenched, "Sweetie, it isn't your fault."
Nala ignored her, curling up in a ball. The tears ran down her muzzle softly. "I never even got to say to goodbye to him..."
Nala usually woke up early, but that day was different. By the time she managed to leave the den, it was midday. The Pride was still mourning, especially Sarabi.
The old Queen was still curled up in a ball, but she was awake. Tears had stained her muzzle, and Nala felt her heart clench.
She shook her head gently, I need to get away from here...
She ran off, trying not to cry.
Soon she arrived at the water hole, hear face damp from her tears.
What am I going to do?
She looked down in to the water, and for a moment, she saw Simba's reflection. She turned to face him, a grin on her face. Her smile fell when she realised it was her imagination.
She began to cry again.
"I never even got to say goodbye. I never even got to tell him..." her tears fell into the water hole as she cried. "...that I loved him."