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Why do you feel lonely?
Because I am alone.
But I am here with you.
No, I’m all by myself.
Why aren’t you looking at me?
It’s no longer possible.
(Name)…
No, stop it.
But I’m standing right next to you.
Stop it.
I am with you…
Please, stop.
Stop crying.
I’m all by myself.
I’ll never leave you.
Be quiet.
The (h/c) haired girl glanced with a blurred vision at her, in blood covered, hands. She couldn’t believe it. No, she wouldn't belive it. The love of her life…her family…her home…simply gone.
She dropped on her, already trembling, knees. Again, a few tears were running down her cheeks. She was alone. He promised her to stay… To be her new family.
“ Marco...“ A whisper escaped her cold, bloody bitten lips.
The girl stared at her hands like paralyzed. The hands which held the boy so often. The hands, which grabbed after him as they tried to carry away his corpse.
Jean, who watched the girl from a certain distance, was afraid to come closer. He knew his heart would ache even more. He knew how she felt. Marco was as imortant to him as he was to (Name).
She looked so fragile. So hurt. So lonely.
She was sitting like that for hours. Her (e/c) eyes, which were already red, directed at her hands. She didn’t even dare to look up. The fear of never seeing Marco again would rip her heart in thousand pieces. She tried to persuade herself that he was still alive. That she was just having a bad dream. She tried to belive that he would come and comfort her, tell her everything would be fine. That he'd kiss her forehead, smile and hug her. Tell her, he was still there.
She tried to believe that with all her might.
But she knew it wasn't a dream.
Finally, Jean found the courage to approach (Name). He wanted to comfort her, but when he heard her barely audible whisper, he closed his mouth.
I’ll always be there for you.
No.
I’m your new family.
No.
You’re no longer alone.
Why do you do this to me?
...I love you (Name)…
(Name) knew…
Marco’s death, would mean her death.
Because I am alone.
But I am here with you.
No, I’m all by myself.
Why aren’t you looking at me?
It’s no longer possible.
(Name)…
No, stop it.
But I’m standing right next to you.
Stop it.
I am with you…
Please, stop.
Stop crying.
I’m all by myself.
I’ll never leave you.
Be quiet.
The (h/c) haired girl glanced with a blurred vision at her, in blood covered, hands. She couldn’t believe it. No, she wouldn't belive it. The love of her life…her family…her home…simply gone.
She dropped on her, already trembling, knees. Again, a few tears were running down her cheeks. She was alone. He promised her to stay… To be her new family.
“ Marco...“ A whisper escaped her cold, bloody bitten lips.
The girl stared at her hands like paralyzed. The hands which held the boy so often. The hands, which grabbed after him as they tried to carry away his corpse.
Jean, who watched the girl from a certain distance, was afraid to come closer. He knew his heart would ache even more. He knew how she felt. Marco was as imortant to him as he was to (Name).
She looked so fragile. So hurt. So lonely.
She was sitting like that for hours. Her (e/c) eyes, which were already red, directed at her hands. She didn’t even dare to look up. The fear of never seeing Marco again would rip her heart in thousand pieces. She tried to persuade herself that he was still alive. That she was just having a bad dream. She tried to belive that he would come and comfort her, tell her everything would be fine. That he'd kiss her forehead, smile and hug her. Tell her, he was still there.
She tried to believe that with all her might.
But she knew it wasn't a dream.
Finally, Jean found the courage to approach (Name). He wanted to comfort her, but when he heard her barely audible whisper, he closed his mouth.
I’ll always be there for you.
No.
I’m your new family.
No.
You’re no longer alone.
Why do you do this to me?
...I love you (Name)…
(Name) knew…
Marco’s death, would mean her death.
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Marco loves Reader-tan, but he's... dead. Shit happens. Could be my love life irl *badumm tss*
This was supposed to be the request i was working on for MONTHS, but that's not fluffy at all...(you don't say)
I know the grammar is the worst, but i wrote this at 3 am and forgot to upload it.
That was the first time i wrote something sad(at least i think it's not very funny), maybe i'm too depressed to write fluff idk
I know it's nothing special, but i hope y'all enjoyed it.
Well, i'll try my best to write more often.
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