I Want You to Stay

Prepare for another sad one y'all. Character death.

Martyn: No? Firstly because not being able to zip up a hoodie does not equate fatness, second because that's not really something I'm comfortable with writing.

Guest: I've got a request for you: I want you to understand that in this story, in this review section, I am only taking prompts for one shots for THIS SERIES. Second, you might have added a please at the end, but this was basically demanding I write this for you. I'm happy to take suggestions for stories, but you PM me for an actual story, and even then you might not get it. I write what I want how I want. You don't tell me that it will not be a one shot or drabble; if that's how I choose to write it, that's how I choose to write it. Every other author who has requested a story from me has been happy to let me make it however long I want. No.

Guys I don't want to be harsh. But if some of you would bother to check my profile, you would realize that I am not having the best time right now. So demanding stories from me is not cool with me, not ever. Don't EVER demand stories from an author, no matter how nice they are. ESPECIALLY if they're nice. If I wasn't in a bad mood right now, I might have said yes just because I don't like denying stories. Frankly I'm tired of being a pushover, and I don't like when people are demanding.

I don't own Star vs. the Forces of Evil.

GENERAL POV

It wasn't a monster that finally got her in the end. Wasn't some snarling beast with two heads or an anthropomorphic frog. Ludo was a no show, and even Toffee wasn't the cause.

No, the thing that ended Star Butterfly wasn't even living.

It was a truck.

On the last day of school of their junior year, the last summer they had before Star went back to Mewni after graduation next year, she ran ahead of Marco out the doors.

She giggled as he chased her, running from her boyfriend of nearly a year. "You won't catch me!" she teased him, running backwards and shaking her wand jokingly at him. Tiny bursts of rainbows flew from it, shining colorful light around Marco.

"Wanna bet?" he called back, hiking his bag onto his shoulders and ducking to avoid a rainbow.

As he came back up, his eyes locking with Star's, his smile dropped. "Star! Look out!"

Her foot slipped from the curb and she stumbled backwards into the road, a scream spilling from her lips as lights blinded her eyes.

Squealing tires and a sickening thud overwhelmed every sound in the area save for Marco's heartbeat in his ears. He saw her get hit, saw her look of terror, watched her body fall.

Her wand clattered to the pavement as Marco shook himself from his trance and ran for her, lump in his throat and tears in his eyes.

"Star!"

His knees burned as he slid next to her, gathering her limp body in his arms and pressing his ear to her chest, listening anxiously for something, for anything.

The quietest flutter reached his ears, dimming quickly, and he nearly sobbed. "Star? Star please. Please. Can you hear me?"

Her body twitched against him and Marco swallowed hard, clutching her to him. People gathered in horror, most on the phone calling 911, but Marco did his best to ignore them. "P-please, Star," he whispered, his voice cracking and tears spilling over his cheeks.

Her body jerked again and a shuddering rasp came from her chest. "Marco…." she managed to choke out.

Marco ran his hand over her cheeks, brushing her hair from her face and trembling. "Star. Star, baby, I'm here. I'm here. Please, Star. Don't go. I want you to stay."

She coughed violently, blood speckling her lips. Marco could faintly make out the sound of sirens in the distance, but he tuned them out and leaned closer. "Please don't go. Please Star. Please stay. Please. I love you."

A peaceful look crossed Star's features and she slumped in Marco's arms, her body literally dead weight.

"Star? Star!?"

He shook her, tears streaming down his face until he registered someone pulling at his arms. Shrugging them off, he laid Star onto the pavement, brushed the blood from her lips, and pressed a kiss to them, tasting copper on his tongue.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have protected you. I should have been your hero."